Spellbinders by Margaret Culkin Banning — Read

Freda met her father on the street three blocks from home. She saw him coming, laden as usual with books, a package of papers from the psychology class to correct -- and the meat. The collar of his ulster was turned up around his ears but Freda knew him even in the gathering twilight, a block away. There was a dependency about Eric Thorstad's figure -- about the meat -- that was part of her life.

"Liver or veal? " she asked gayly, taking the fat package from under his arm.