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'But, Richard, burst forth the merry voice of the youngest, 'you must see our letters from Edinburgh. 'You have heard, then? It was the very thing I came to ask. 'Oh yes! there were five notes in one cover, said Gertrude. 'Papa says they are to be laid up in the family archives, and labelled "The Infants' Honeymoon." 'Papa is very happy with his own share, said Ethel.
'But I suppose, papa, I am to be considered as somebody. I don't want after all to run away from London, just as if everybody had turned up their noses at me. I like him, and I don't like anybody else. 'He wouldn't take the trouble to go to Liverpool with you. 'He got tipsy. I know all about that. I don't mean to say that he's anything particularly grand. I don't know that anybody is very grand.
"Come, Whitecraft," said the squire, "come and let us have lunch: I'll hold a crown I give you as good a glass of Burgundy as you gave me the other day, and will say done first." "Won't Miss Folliard join us at lunch?" asked Whitecraft, looking to her for an assent. "Why, I suppose so," replied her father; "won't you come, Helen?" "You know, papa, I never lunch." "'Gad, and neither you do, Helen.
"Well, darling, you may try, though I am doubtful as to the result of the experiment. I will tell Mrs. Hall to put off writing to Wisconsin for a month, and we will see. "Poor child, anything to take her thoughts off herself!" he muttered, as he walked down stairs. "She'll be glad enough to give the thing up by the end of the month." But Papa was mistaken.
When he saw Lalie lying down he walked to the corner and took up the long whip, from which he slowly unwound the lash. "This is a good joke!" he said. "The idea of your daring to go to bed at this hour. Come, up with you!" He snapped the whip over the bed, and the child murmured softly: "Do not strike me, Papa. I am sure you will be sorry if you do. Do not strike me!" "Up with you!" he cried.
Little Daisy herself lay just where her friend the Captain had left her, but looked with curious expression at the others who entered with him now. The father and mother advanced to the head of the couch; the Captain and Juanita stood at the foot. The doctor kept himself a little back. "Are you suffering, Daisy?" Mr. Randolph asked. The child's eyes went up to him. "Papa yes!"
You see, mamma is off travelling with papa ever so much of the time, and when she's at home, even, we don't see much of her, for we are in school days, and she goes out, or else has company 'most every evening." "Is that the way people do out there?" inquired Polly, with perfect innocence.
His daughter looked at him for a moment, and then suddenly threw herself into his arms, clasped his neck and kissed him fervently, exclaiming, with her face radiant with delight: "Oh, papa! this is all your doing! I understand it all, dear papa! Bless you! bless you! bless you, my own, own dear papa! You have made your child so happy!"
"Well, papa, I've wanted a bird on my hat for ever so long, and I believe you would have let me have it, too, if Mamma Vi and Grandma Elsie hadn't said that." "I shouldn't let you have it, if they were both in favor of it," he said severely. "Why, papa?" "Because of the cruelty it would encourage.
"Dearest mother, only think, it is for but a little while, and then we shall all be together. Kiss me now, and let me sleep, I feel so drowsy." And he did sleep, for some time, very peacefully, smiling sweetly, as though dreaming pleasant dreams. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and reached up his arms, calling out joyfully: "Papa! sister Mary!" and died without a pang of suffering.
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