L. Frank Baum

“ How many times during our travels, Mary Louise, has your impulsive and tender heart urged you to assume the burdens of other people? You seem to pick up a trail of sorrow or unhappiness with the eagerness of a bloodhound and I have all I can do to call you off the scent. One small girl can't regulate the world, you know, and in this case we are likely to see very little of Alora Jones and her artist father. ”

“ As for Alora, she is strongly prejudiced against her father and we must make due allowance for her bitterness. The feeling probably arose through her sudden transfer from the care of a generous and loving mother to that of an ungracious father—a parent she had never before known. A child of eleven is likely to form strong affections and passionate dislikes."
"Do you know," said Mary Louise, "it shocks me, this hatred of her father. It seems so unnatural. I wish we could bring them to understand one another better, Gran'pa Jim." ”

“ I'm going to quit this country. I've come for Alora. We must pack up and catch the first ship from Naples for America."
There was blank silence for a moment.
"I'm not afraid," said Alora, with a laugh, "but if it means our getting out of this tiresome place and sailing for home, I'm glad that Italy's gone into the war."
Colonel Hathaway was grave and thoughtful. The agitation of the artist seemed to increase with every moment.
"When does the next boat for America leave Naples?" asked Mary Louise.
"Tuesday," said Alora's father. "We've just time to pack our possessions and leave." ”