Venna smiled in spite of herself.
"I'm talking to auntie—not to Dr. Hansom," she said kindly.
"Dr. Hansom and I think alike on all subjects," she returned firmly. "Now, Venna, I hope you'll get over this foolishness very quickly. We could never tolerate it, you know. I must get home now, for the 'Auxiliary' meeting is at my house. You won't return with me?"
"Not to-day, auntie. Please come often, won't you?"
"I'm afraid you need it, child!" exclaimed her aunt anxiously. And with a kiss and a pat of the rebellious curls, she was gone.
Venna stood in front of "Daddy's" picture and the tears streamed down both pale cheeks.
"Dear Daddy, if you were only here! You were so fair to everyone. You would understand. Oh, how I need you!"
Suddenly a great wave of happiness swept over her being. She felt a presence in the room. She turned. There in the door-way, with arms outstretched, stood Daddy, her Daddy, with the same old loving smile of approval and understanding.
Motionless she stood, gazing with unspeakable joy.
What a great love shone from his eyes—a protecting love that seemed to thrill her with new confidence and hope.