"My dear child, it is your father's place to decide what concerns his children, when he is with them," Elsie said, drawing the little girl to her and smoothing her hair with soft, caressing touch.
"Yes, ma'am; but he says you and Mamma Vi are to decide this. So if you will only say I may wear the white dress, he will let me. Won't you, please?"
"If your father is satisfied with your choice I shall certainly raise no objection; nor will your mamma, I am quite sure."
"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" and Lulu ran off gleefully in search of her father.
She found him on the veranda, busied with the morning paper, and to her satisfaction, he too was alone.
"What is it, daughter?" he asked, glancing from his paper to her animated, eager face.
"About what I am to wear this afternoon, papa. I would like to wear the white dress I had on yesterday evening, and Grandma Elsie does not object, and says she knows Mamma Vi will not, if you say I may."
"Did she say she thought it a suitable dress?" he asked gravely.
Lulu hung her head. "No, sir; she didn't say that she did or she didn't."
"Go and ask her the question."