A moment later he was standing beside her with his hand on her head.
"What is the matter now, little one ?" he tenderly demanded.

"Tell your old Father." She began to cry, laying her face in her crossed arms, the tears gushing, her whole frame aquiver, and heaving great sobs.

She seemed to shrink like a trodden flower.

It touched Father Beret deeply.
He suspected that Beverley's departure might be the cause of her trouble; but when presently she told him what had taken place in the fort, he shook his head gravely and frowned.
"Colonel Clark was right, my daughter," he said after a short silence, "and it is time for you to ponder well upon the significance of his words.

You can't always be a wilful, headstrong little girl, running everywhere and doing just as you please.