“This is exacting too much; ‘all that you can desire,’ is beyond my power to make her; but I will try to make her a comfort to you. I have good ground to work upon, and I hope you will have reason to think, that I have not neglected the soil.”
As Mr. Bruce was returning to his carriage, his daughter, who was descending the stairs with a clean frock, flew to him, exclaiming, “do say you forgive me! I will never vex you again; O, dear papa, say you will but forgive me.”
“Well, child, I do forgive you.”
“O, how good and kind you are! I will never forget it. But, dear papa, won’t you say something more?”
“God bless you, child! and may he always bless you.”
Mr. Bruce hastened to the carriage, drew up the window, and the boy drove off. Tears streamed from Miss Bruce’s eyes; “O, that papa would but have given me one kiss, I should have been so happy!”
“If you are good,” said Mrs. Adair, “when next he sees you he will give you two.”