“Neither should you, child,” replied Mr. Benson; “you are but sixteen. What have you in your life to make you so thoughtful, or I might say unhappy?”
“Not unhappy, father, not that,” cried the girl.
“Then, what?”
“Why—why—nothing. I am worried over my studies.”
Mr. Benson sighed. He would have given much to have had his child give him her confidence. Her little heart was completely locked and would not open for his knocking.
“You are positive that you are quite happy?”
“Quite positive.”
“And that you do not want for money?”
“Oh, father dear, all the girls say how generous you are with me.”
“Then there is nothing more I can say, is there?”