"I wouldn't care for that, or any thing, if I could only be with you.
Papa, you don't know how I love you!"
"Then, I'll take you with me when I leave here; and you need never live away from me any more, unless you choose."
"Papa," she cried, lifting her head to look up into his face, with glad, astonished eyes, "do you really mean it? May I go with you?"
He held her close, with a joyous laugh.
"Why, I understood you to say, a moment since, that you didn't want to be in the care of a man,—any man."
"But you know I didn't mean you, papa."
"But I am the gentleman I spoke of a little while ago, as the one in whose care I intended to put you."
"Papa," she said, with a bewildered look, "I don't understand."
Then he told her; and she was, as Max had foreseen, almost wild with delight.
"Oh!" she cried, "how nice, nice it will be to have a home of our very own, and our father with us all the time! Papa, I think I sha'n't sleep a wink to-night, I'm so glad."