"I know I could be," Angela informed him.
Her father looked at her. "Well, what would you do?"
"Give him his ranch back, of course!"
Jasper Hardy couldn't believe what he had heard, and from his own child.
"Well, for the love of heaven!" he cried, and almost burst out laughing.
"We've more ranches now than we know what to do with. Everybody is aware of
that."
Here was Uncle Henry's chance. "That's the idea!" he cried. "What do you
want it for, anyhow?" But no one paid any attention to him.
"Oh, will you, daddy--for my sake?" Angela pleaded.
Hardy was adamant. "Certainly not! What a stupid request. How did such
ideas come into your head?"
"But I don't see why--" the unremitting Angela started to say.
Her father was furious now, and tired of her prattle. He turned to "Red."
"Take her out doors, will you?" as though she were a child.
"Red's" face gleamed as if a lantern had been lighted behind it. He turned
eagerly to Angela. "_Will_ I!" he cried.
But Angela was scornful. How foolish of "Red" to think her father could
dismiss her in this way! She proceeded as though no such suggestion had
been made, and addressed her father once more, not in the least perturbed:
"Of course, if you're going to be nasty about it--" Then, sweetly, to
Gilbert she continued: "Please don't think too badly of us, Mr.
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