“You are quite rested?”
“Yes, sir, quite. I feel very well.”
“I am more thankful than words can express,” he sighed, caressing her with hand and lip. “You seemed so completely overcome last night that I have been haunted with the fear that something more than fatigue ailed you.”
“My dear papa!” she said again, stroking his face as he leaned over her, “my dear, kind, loving papa! I was only very tired, that was all, and I didn’t know I was that till just as I was putting on my wraps to come home, I’d had such a nice time, but all at once, when the fun stopped, I felt as if the strength had all gone out of me.”
The murmur of their voices had reached Annis, who was busy with her toilet.
“Good-morning,” she said, opening the door a very little and peering in through the crack.
“Good-morning,” Mr. Dinsmore and Elsie both responded. “Have you slept well? and do you feel rested?”
“Yes, thank you, I never felt better in my life. But I’m ashamed to have slept so late. Do you know what time it is, Elsie?”
“No.”
“Ten o’clock.”