Margaret was collecting her mother's working materials, and preparing to go to bed. Just as she was leaving the room, she hesitated--she was inclined to make an acknowledgment which she thought would please her father, but which to be full and true must include a little annoyance. However, out it came.
"Papa, I do think Mr. Thornton a very remarkable man; but personally I don't like him at all."
"And I do!" said her father laughing. "Personally, as you call it, and all. I don't set him up for a hero, or anything of that kind. But good-night, child. Your mother looks sadly tired to-night, Margaret."

Margaret was about to leave the room and go to bed; but she hesitated. She wanted to say something which she thought would please her father, but which to be true must include a little annoyance. However, out it came.
'Papa, I do think Mr. Thornton a very remarkable man; but personally I don't like him at all.'
'And I do!' said her father laughing. 'I don't set him up for a hero, though. Good night, child. Your mother looks sadly tired tonight.'
