"
"Well, I'll tell you something," George said slowly; and a frown of
concentration could be seen upon his brow, as from a profound effort
at self-examination. "I haven't ever thought much on that particular
point, but I admit there may be a little something in what you say.
The truth is, I don't believe I've ever thought of the two together,
exactly--at least, not until lately. I've always thought of Lucy just
as Lucy, and of Morgan just as Morgan. I've always thought of her as
a person herself, not as anybody's daughter. I don't see what's very
extraordinary about that. You've probably got plenty of friends, for
instance, that don't care much about your son--"
"No, indeed!" she protested quickly. "And if I knew anybody who felt
like that, I wouldn't--"
"Never mind," he interrupted. "I'll try to explain a little more. If
I have a friend, I don't see that it's incumbent upon me to like that
friend's relatives. If I didn't like them, and pretended to, I'd be a
hypocrite. If that friend likes me and wants to stay my friend 'he'll
have to stand my not liking his relatives, or else he can quit.
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