The major fairly shook with wrath.
“Be consoled, pap, they wouldn’t have me, you know. They said I didn’t belong to a good fighting family!” said Elfie.
The major started up from the breakfast table, and left the room in hot anger.
The breakfast party looked dismayed.
Erminie arose and threw her arms around the perverse girl’s neck, and pleaded with her.
“Elfie! dear Elfie, go after him. Ask his forgiveness. Make friends with your father!”
“Leave me alone, Minie! I know my dear, old governor; he’ll soon be all right!” said Elfie.
But the dear, old governor did not get over his vexation as soon as Elfie expected. He kept his little daughter at a distance for some days.
“Come, pap,” she said to him one morning, “let’s compromise! I will promise you ‘never to do so more,’ if you will buy me a substitute!”
But the indignant major made her no reply.