QUOTE : Of course!” he said foolishly. “Then I wish I had come sooner. I wish I had never gone—from you!” “Oh, Father, do you really? How many times I have wished that!” The blue eyes were full of wistful eagerness now. It had meant a great deal to her! Why had it? Was that her mother looking at him through her eyes? Was he going stark-staring crazy? It was Alice’s look. Alice was looking through those eyes of her daughter as one might look through a window!