He drew her into his arms and kissed her fondly. “Then you are going to be good about this and not distress papa by stubbornness, pouting or fretting?”
“Yes, sir. Why, it would be perfectly shameful for me to be naughty and rebellious after you have given me a party and every thing! If I am I hope you’ll punish me ever so hard.”
“I hope I shall not have occasion to punish you; it would distress me greatly to do so. But what a doleful countenance! Put on your hat and coat and we will take a little walk together.”
Her face brightened at once and she hastened to obey the order; for she esteemed a walk with papa, her hand in his, one of her greatest pleasures.
When they came in again, just in season for dinner, her face wore its usual bright and happy expression.
They had scarcely left the table when the music teacher was announced. Mr. Morgan was his name.
Lulu decided upon the first glance that she was not going to like him at all, yet that he was less forbidding in appearance than Signor Foresti.
“And I shan’t care so very much whether he’s nice or not, as papa will always be by to see that he behaves himself,” she remarked to Grace in talking the matter over with her the first time they were alone together after the lesson had been given and Mr. Morgan had taken his departure.
“Was he cross to-day, Lu?” Grace asked.
“No, of course not; do you suppose he’d dare to be, with papa there to see and hear every thing?”