Grace gazed at her with wide-open eyes, lost in astonishment at her strange mood; but hearing their father's step within the house, turned about and ran to meet him and claim her morning kiss.
"Where is your sister?" he asked when he had given it.
"The little one is asleep, papa," she answered gayly; "the other one is at the door there."
He smiled. "Tell her to come in," he said; "we are going to have prayers."
Lulu obeyed the summons, but took a seat near the door, without so much as glancing toward her father.
When the short service was over Grace seated herself upon his knee, and
Max stood close beside him, both laughing and talking right merrily; but
Lulu sat where she was, gazing in moody silence into the street.
At length, in a pause in the talk, the captain said, in a kindly tone,
"One of my little girls seems to have forgotten to bid me good-morning."
"Good-morning, papa," muttered Lulu, sullenly, her face still averted.
"Good-morning, Lucilla," he said; and she knew by his tone and use of her full name that he was by no means pleased with her behavior.
At that moment they were summoned to breakfast.