"Won＇t you come and make acquaintance with my father?" he nevertheless ventured to ask. "He＇s old and in昀rm—he doesn＇t leave his chair."
"Ah, poor man, I＇m very sorry!" the girl exclaimed,immediately moving forward. "I got the impression from your mother that he was rather intensely active."Ralph Touchett was silent a moment. "She hasn＇t seen him for a year."
"Well, he has a lovely place to sit. Come along, little hound."