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392 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1950
When we're twenty-one we'll have control of our own money and we can do as we please. If daddy had the faintest suspicion we've learned to think for ourselves, he'd cut off our allowance.'
'I see'. Bill was still dubious.
'We can't be of much use at present,' Pat went on. 'But we want to do all we can to help Spain.'
'Crikey!' Bill began to laugh. 'It's the best joke I've heard for a long time. Who'd've thought it? Paddy Cavan's daughters —'
'We're no more his daughters than you're his son, Bill,' Pam reminded him. 'He married our mother, and then yours.'
'Eh?' Bill looked startled. "Gee, that's right,' he admitted after a moment's thought. 'But I don't call him daddy.'
'You didn't have to,' Pam replied.
'You weren't a pair of kids he took over with all of their mother's belongings,' Pat said gloomily. (p.68)