Father.

Father, please.

I killed my father, and I...

Yes, Father.

Yes father. A wonderful stranger.

Dad, am I pretty?

Look dad, there.

My father no longer rich.

Father Demetrius is.

You don't like me, Papa.

Father's right, we'll have to blow it up.

My father would call it, witchcraft.

Why did my father, not came to see me?

This is my father, and this is my sister Iris.

Reason with her.

I thought my father had abolished this law.

My father and brother were shot down by the Plummer boys.

She adored Daddy, and of course, she was his favorite.

They say Father went on a twoweek drunk to celebrate the double event.

Daddy was good to me and maybe he loved me a little, too.

Then a few months later, Daddy took sick and didn't get better.

Father was a writer with a growing reputation, and Mother was very beautiful and very intelligent.

Then one cold winter morning, the maid woke us and said that Daddy was dead.

Iris gave up her dancing according to the marriage bargain and did little else but sit at Daddy's bedside.

Daddy had the best care money could buy, and he seemed happy despite everything.

Father knew him and liked him, but he couldn't stop laughing when Iris told how she said no simply because the fella wanted her to give up her dancing and just be his wife.