"Yes, poor little pet! mother's heart aches for her too," Mrs. Travilla answered, her own eyes filling. "I am glad my little daughters love and sympathize with each other."
"Mamma, I would rather stay with Vi, than be with the others. May I?"
"No, daughter, I have told her she must spend the rest of the day alone."
"Yes, mamma, she told me so and wouldn't let me stay even one minute to hear about her trouble."
"That was right."
Time crept by very slowly to Violet. She thought that afternoon the longest she had ever known. After a while she heard a familiar step, and almost before she knew it papa had her in his arms.
With a little cry of joy she put hers around his neck and returned the kiss he had just given her.
"Oh I'm so glad!" she said, "but, papa, you'll have to go away, because nobody must stay with me; I'm—"
"Papa may," he said, sitting down with her on his knee. "So you told mamma about the naughtiness?"
"Yes, sir."