Inside, the father of the family would smile and take the mother's hand.

The two fathers smiled at each other as they watched their children.

"Surely," his father said and smiled as Bob went out to the hall to the telephone.

When they did, her father smiled and glanced down at the child whose hand he held.

The other father, who had been sitting on a chair in the hallway, stood up and smiled.

His father looked a little disappointed, but then smiled at her.

But while my father might smile at you, he didn't care a lick.

Her father smiled at that and settled back in his chair.

On that particular day almost seven years ago, however, her father was smiling and pleased.

His father smiled with pride and took the opposite chair.