"Is the head all right?" he asked. "Because you will want to be fit in London. No headache now?"
"No father."
Christina took hold of his hand and put it between her cheek and the pillow.
"You're going to be with us in London to take care of us, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, I am, I believe," her father replied, smiling.
"Oh!" said Christina, looking up at him with deep feeling. "What should I do if I had to take care of you, instead of you taking care of me!"
Her father laughed heartily.
Christina blushed, then hastened to explain herself.
"Susy's father never takes care of her—never! She has to look after him. Don't you think Susy a wonderful girl, father?"
"I think she is a poor little unfortunate child, and the sooner she is taken away from her father the better, I should say! But I want you to put those people clean out of your head, Christina; don't give them a thought! Forget them altogether."