And Venna? Watch her enter the library where her father sat, book in hand in his customary arm-chair by the fire place.
She was a few inches taller and somewhat slimmer and more graceful. Curls still rebelliously clustered around the same bright but more thoughtful countenance. Her general bearing was more pronounced in its dignified calling of supporting the accumulated knowledge of the last four years.
"Daddy, it's wonderful!" she exclaimed, as she approached and slid down upon the cushion beside him. "We have made so many plans today, I can scarcely realize what a wonderful Daddy and Auntie you are!" she continued, taking her father's hand and cuddling it affectionately against her cheek.
With his free hand, Hastings stroked her curls.
"So my petty thinks her debut affair will be a success?"
"Oh, wonderful! Auntie is planning every detail, regardless of expense. Flowers, music, supper—all to be perfect! Everyone I like in the whole wide world is coming. Just think of it!"
"Just as I wish it to be, dearie. Strange how a little bundle like you can be one big man's whole ambition!"
Venna met his gaze lovingly.
"O Daddy! Why is it? I really don't deserve it all."
"Yes, Venna, you deserve all I can give you. Do you know you are so like your mother now, that when I make you happy it seems as though I am doing it for her also."