"Oh, you are impossible, papa! You tell me it's not a dream, and then you say he won't believe me."

He's doubtless correct, of course.

"I'll tell him all the same. He has a friend there. If it's real he ought to know, don't you think?"

All the same there's a faint quiver of doubt in her voice. Will she really tell him? She will, but when and how and how much she's not sure of, now that the question's been raised.