-Father - she called softly. -Father It is morning - He awoke, startled, for a moment rather bewildered, then added his smile to theirs, and said brightly, -I am very happy, Lola.- -I'm sure you haven't any right to be, and, of course, you know that you ought to be scolded?- -Perhaps so, - he returned, looking with pride at a complicated electric apparatus on the table beside him, -but I have worked it all out I am sure of it this time - -Put that dreadful lamp out, and open the window - called out Lola to Maria, as she started to pick up from the floor bits of broken glass and pieces of...