"I believe you have one—perhaps more; but I am certain you have one."
"What is it?" she asked eagerly.
"A talent for happiness," he replied, with a smile.
"Oh, father, that is nothing!" she cried in disappointed tones.
"Nothing, is it? I think it's something worth cherishing with the greatest care. To possess a talent for happiness you must be blessed with a contented spirit."
"Mother used to say that if we believed God did everything for the best we should always be contented."
"She was right. You must never forget her teaching. I love to hear you quote her so often."
Father and daughter spent the remainder of the afternoon very happily together; the time passed so quickly that both were surprised when Gerald returned from school, although he was later than usual. His temper had not improved, for he had been in hot water on account of his not having prepared his home-work properly, and he had consequently a long imposition to do that evening, besides his usual lessons. When informed by his father of Mr. Bailey's offer to Angel, and her refusal of it, he expressed great surprise.
"I only wish Uncle Edward would ask me to go and live with him at Haresdown House!" he exclaimed. "Don't you think I might go instead of Angel, father?"
"I should not dream of suggesting it," Mr. Willis replied, at which the boy's face fell.