Look out, or Daddy's gonna getcha!

Timothy C. Kelly cultivated a taste for the chivalry and silk handkerchiefs of his parents' generation. He was a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, said his wife, Julie. . . . He was a Dapper Dan.

And he saith unto them, Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.

When she sang, it was with a similar effect for him; when she played, she seemed only to celebrate the perishableness, the nothingness, of the music, and the pleasure it gave rise to: and her dress, which was always handsome and gracefully disposed, seemed ever to be on the verge, like the first disguises of the Columbine in a pantomime, of changing into the attire of a Carmelitess or Poor Clare.