“No, I shouldn’t think he would. Isn’t it good in papa?”
“Yes, indeed; and I mean to try as hard as ever I can to improve to please him.”
“And to please our heavenly Father. Oh, Lu, isn’t it good in him to notice when we try to learn our lessons and be obedient and good because we want to please him?”
“Yes; but I think a great deal more about pleasing papa,” acknowledged Lulu frankly.
They were in the library, sitting by the fire in the twilight. Their father and Violet had gone to pay some calls in the neighborhood, leaving the little girls at home.
“It’s beginning to get dark,” remarked Grace. “I wish papa and mamma would come.”
“There!” exclaimed Lulu, “I guess they have, for I hear wheels on the drive.”
They listened for a little, then Grace cried out joyfully, “Oh, yes, they have! for I hear their voices,” and the next minute their father came in alone, Violet going on up to her boudoir.
“Papa! oh, we’re glad you’ve come!” they both exclaimed, jumping up, running to meet him, and each taking a hand.
“Are you?” he said, seating himself and drawing them into his arms. “It is very pleasant to receive so warm a welcome. I hope my darlings have not been very lonely?”