The master of the Mowish family sat on the sofa, reading the latest newspaper. The night had grown late, yet his two daughters had not yet returned home. Although he knew they were safe, as a father, he had to wait for their return.
When the grandfather clock in the living room struck ten at night, his daughter Margaret finally appeared at the entrance of the side garden with her young beau.
"Father, I'm back." Greeting her father, Margaret kissed Colin goodbye and watched him leave before the daughter in her father's eyes finally stepped into the hall. "Father, haven't you gone to sleep yet?"
"One of my daughters still hasn't come home." The father named Goethe furrowed his eyebrows. "My daughter, did you enjoy your day?"
"Very much, Father."
"Then off to bed with you, my daughter."
"Yes, Father, I'll head to my room now."
Margaret bowed her head, gave her father a gentle kiss on his cheek, and then proceeded towards her room.
