From it floated a
silky-looking veil of gray-white, which gave her face that airy,
cloud-like setting that photographers of the baser sort so passionately
admire. The place was as windy as Troy; from far on the ringing plains
the breeze raced and fell upon this veil, ceaselessly kicking it here
and there, in a way that would have driven a strong man lunatic in seven
minutes. Sharlee, though a slim girl and no stronger than another,
remained entirely unconscious of the behavior of the veil; long
familiarity had bred contempt for its boisterous play; and, with her
eyes a thousand miles away, she was wishing with her whole heart that
she dared ask Mr. Queed a question.
Whereupon, like her marionette that she worked by a string, he opened
his mouth and gravely answered her.
"I have three theories about my father. One is that he is an eccentric
psychologist with peculiar, not to say extraordinary, ideas about the
bringing up of children. Another is that because of his own convenience
or circumstances, he does not care to own me as I am now. The third is
that because of my convenience or circumstances, he thinks that I may
not care to own him as he is now.
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