Bring my tea into the drawing-room... Hasn’tthe paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper’sout there — and bring me my slippers.”
This story about a little girl whose feelings for her fatherchange from fear to understanding will probably find an echoin every home.
“Kezia,”“if you’re agood girl you can come down and take off father’sboots.”
TO the little girl he was a figure to be feared andavoided. Every morning before going to work he cameinto her room and gave her a casual kiss, to which she responded with “Goodbye, Father”. And oh,there was a glad sense of relief when she heard thenoise of the carriage growing fainter and fainterdown the long road!
“I d-d-don’t know, Father.”
“You d-d-don’t know? If you stutter like thatMother will have to take you to the doctor.”
“Well, Kezia, hurry up and pull off these bootsand take them outside. Have you been a goodgirl today?”
In the evening when he came home she stoodnear the staircase and heard his loud voice in thehall. “Bring my tea into the drawing-room... Hasn’tthe paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper’sout there — and bring me my slippers.”
“What’s the matter? What are you looking sowretched about?
Mother, I wish you taught this childnot to appear on the brink of suicide...
Here, Kezia,carry my teacup back to the table carefully.”
“Kezia,” Mother would call to her, “if you’re agood girl you can come down and take off father’sboots.” Slowly the girl would slip down the stairs,more slowly still across the hall, and push open the drawing-room door
By that time he had his spectacles on and lookedat her over them in a way that was terrifying tothe little girl.
She never stuttered with other people — hadquite given it up — but only with Father, becausethen she was trying so hard to say the wordsproperly He was so big — his hands and his neck,especially his mouth when he yawned. Thinkingabout him alone was like thinking about a giant.