Feeling sure that it was necessary for papa's peace that the sacrifice should be made, I entreated him to make it.

I said it would lighten the load of his life--I hope it will!--and that it would give me increased opportunities of being his companion.

Oh, Trotwood!' cried Agnes, putting her hands before her face, as her tears started on it, 'I almost feel as if I had been papa's enemy, instead of his loving child.

For I know how he has altered, in his devotion to me.

I know how he has narrowed the circle of his sympathies and duties, in the concentration of his whole mind upon me.