She glanced down at the story-book under her arm, and her father understood the look. Flossie wanted to reserve her few mental energies to finish a chapter in bed. But with a little sigh of resignation, she began in drowsy tones the recitation of the hymn. The theme was resignation. Wardlaw seemed to hang upon the well-known words:
"If Thou shouldst call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield Thee what is Thine;
Thy Will be done."
He bowed his head.
Flossie, too heavy-eyed to notice, turned away. Her father looked up quickly.
"Kiss me again, darling."
He held her by the arms in front of him, firmly but lightly.
The child roused herself to sudden alertness.
"One for you, and one for me, and one for both together. That's three!" she observed after the third kiss—"Just for a treat."
His eyes followed her as she crossed the room. At the door, she turned and nodded warningly.
"Something nice to-night, mind, and don't stay up too late."