"Dick and I are just going round into the next street, father, for some stout thread. It'll be wanted in the morning, and I don't want to have to go out then."
"Got lots more to do indoors, eh? But you mustn't toil too hard, my girl."
Nancy smiled and said, "There's no fear, father."
She did not seem overdone by the day's work, standing there in her print dress, with a pretty colour on her cheeks.
"I'm much more afraid for mother. She always will do so much."
"Well, you're a good girl, Nannie,—always trying to save her trouble."
"I should just hope so," Nancy answered. "I don't see much goodness in that."
Richard Dunn took her hand, and pulled her down for a hearty kiss. He was a very affectionate father, and he never seemed ashamed to show his affection.
"I'm sure of one thing," he said, "and that is, that God's blessing is on such a daughter as Nannie!"
Nancy's bright eyes grew moist with feeling. "It's nice to hear you say so, father," she whispered; and then she stood up. "Come, Dick, I don't want to be out late," she said.