For a time the girl and the old man followed their own thoughts while the fire-flies sparkled and gleamed about the lawn as if they were the flashlights of a fairy patrol. Emma Virginia was thinking of her father’s words. He was going to do more for her. She must certainly share her blessings.
“Daddy dear, do you mind if I help some one?” she asked gently.
“Back on that?” he demanded with a note of sharpness.
She gave an emphatic little nod. “It is very important. I–I–can’t tell you now, why,” she hesitated. “I should feel much better, though.”
“You are not sick, are you?” Obadiah worried.
“Oh, no indeed, perfectly well. Only, I am sure that I would be much happier if I could do something for someone else. I don’t know whom. That doesn’t make any difference.”
“What a strange idea!” It seemed to bother Obadiah. “You want to help someone but you don’t know whom.” He considered a moment. “Here’s my advice. Help somebody who can help you.”
“Now you are teasing me, Daddy?” she protested. “I am really serious about this. I want to be of more use in the world.” Her voice was very soft and gentle now. “I know that I should share my blessings and I want to do it. It is such a comfort to talk things over with you, Daddy dearest.” She moved quietly over to him and seated herself upon his lap.
As she touched him, he jumped. “Gracious, you startled me so, Virginia. I was asleep.”
“Please, Daddy, don’t mind,” she whispered, “I’ll be quiet as a mouse.”