“Yes,” said Lulu; “I didn’t expect any presents at all.”
“Here is another surprise for you,” said the captain; and something glittering went over her head, and a small round object was laid in her hand.
She looked down at it and gave a cry of delight. It was a beautiful gold locket set with brilliants and attached to a gold chain, which her father had put round her neck.
She turned it over and found her initials on the other side.
“How very pretty, papa!” she cried.
He touched a spring and the locket flew open, disclosing a pictured face.
Lulu gazed on it in silence for a moment, then lifting her eyes inquiringly to her father’s face.
“Mamma, our own mamma; isn’t it?” she asked, in tones half tremulous with emotion.
“Yes,” he said, “an excellent likeness, I think. She was very sweet and lovely in both looks and character. I hope her children will resemble her in that last, as Gracie does in looks.”
“Yes, papa; I do believe Gracie will look just like this when she’s grown up,” Lulu said, glancing from the miniature to her sister, then handing it to her. “And oh, but I am glad, glad to have it. You couldn’t have given me anything else that would have pleased me so much, dear papa!” hugging him again as she spoke.