`` I am glad to hear it , '' though a little shadow passed over his face as Paul spoke , for he was too true an artist to believe that any work could be as happy as that which he loved and lived for . `` I thought there was much promise in Miss Psyche , and I sincerely believe that time will prove me a true prophet , '' he said , with mingled regret and hope in his voice , as he glanced about the room , which betrayed the tastes still cherished by the girl . `` I 'm afraid ambition is n't good for women ; I mean the sort that makes them known by coming before the public in any way . But Sy deserves some reward , I 'm sure , and I know she 'll have it , for a better daughter never lived . '' Here the third shawl was cast off , as if the thought of Psyche , or the presence of a genial guest had touched Mrs. Dean 's chilly nature with a comfortable warmth . Further conversation was interrupted by the avalanche of boys which came tumbling down the front stairs , as Tom , Dick , and Harry shouted in a sort of chorus , -- `` Sy , my balloon has got away ; lend us a hand at catching him ! '' `` Sy , I want a lot of paste made , right off . '' `` Sy , I 've split my jacket down the back ; come sew me up , there 's a dear ! '' On beholding a stranger the young gentlemen suddenly lost their voices , found their manners , and with nods and grins took themselves away as quietly as could be expected of six clumping boots and an unlimited quantity of animal spirits in a high state of effervescence . As they trooped off , an unmistakable odor of burnt milk pervaded the air , and the crash of china , followed by an Irish wail , caused Mrs. Dean to clap on her three shawls again and excuse herself in visible trepidation . Paul laughed quietly to himself , then turned sober and said , `` Poor Psyche ! '' with a sympathetic sigh . He roamed about the room impatiently till the sound of voices drew him to the window to behold the girl coming up the walk with her tired old father leaning on one arm , the other loaded with baskets and bundles , and her hands occupied by a remarkably ugly turtle . `` Here we are ! '' cried a cheery voice , as they entered without observing the new-comer . `` I 've done all my errands and had a lovely time . There is Tom 's gunpowder , Dick 's fishhooks , and one of Professor Gazzy 's famous turtles for Harry . Here are your bundles , mother dear , and , best of all , here 's father home in time for a good rest before dinner . I went to the mill and got him . '' Psyche spoke as if she had brought a treasure ; and so she had , for though Mr. Dean 's face usually was about as expressive as the turtle 's , it woke and warmed with the affection which his daughter had fostered till no amount of flannel could extinguish it .
His big hand patted her cheek very gently as he said , in a tone of fatherly love and pride , -- `` My little XXXXX never forgets old father , does she ? ''
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