-Of course I was dreaming, Dad, - she declared gaily, making an ineffectual grab at the hands he held behind him. -No fair using force, - he warned, dexterously eluding her. -This is a guessing contest. Now which hand will you choose?- -Both hands, you mean thing - laughed Jane. -I know what you have in one of them. It's a letter. Maybe two. Now stand and deliver.- -Here you are.- Obligingly obeying the imperative command, Mr. Allen handed Jane two letters. -Oh, joy Here you are - Jane enveloped her father in a bear-like hug, planting a resounding kiss on his sun-burnt cheek.