"Papa," they said, coming hastily forward, "may we go in to see Lulu now?" Max adding, "I was too angry with her at first to want to see her, but I've got over that now." Grace: "And mayn't she know now that we're going to keep you always at home?" taking his hand in both of hers, and looking up coaxingly into his face.
"No, my dears, not to-night," he said: "she has cried herself sick—has a bad headache, and I want her to try to sleep it off."
"Poor Lu! she must have been feeling awfully all this time," Max said.
"I wish I hadn't been so very angry with her."
"You look very happy—you two," their father said, smiling down at them.
"So do you, sir," returned Max; "and I'm so glad, for you've been looking heart-broken ever since you came home."
"Pretty much as I have felt," he sighed, patting Gracie's cheek as he spoke.
"We are just as happy as we can be, papa," she said; "only I"—
"Well?" he said inquiringly as she paused, leaving her sentence unfinished.
"I'm just hungry to sit on your knee a little while; but," ruefully, "I s'pose you haven't time."
"Come into the nursery with me, and you shall sit there as long as you like, and are willing to keep perfectly quiet, so as not to disturb baby."