She is a dear child, as her father says, and one cannot help loving her in spite of her faults." "Thank you, darling mamma, for saying that!" Grace exclaimed, throwing her arms round Violet's neck and kissing her cheek.

"May I tell Lulu that you will teach her if Grandpa Dinsmore will not ?" "No, Gracie," Violet answered, with grave look and tone; "it will do her good, I think, to fear for a while that she may lose the privileges she enjoys here by not valuing them enough to make good use of them, or by indulging in improper behavior toward those whom her father has placed over her, and who are in every way worthy of her respect and obedience." "Yes, mamma," Grace responded submissively.
"Where is Lulu ?" Violet asked.
"I don't know, mamma.

Oh yes, I see her coming up the avenue," she corrected herself, as she glanced from a window.

"She's been taking a walk, I s'pose." Presently they heard Lulu enter her own room, shut the door, lock and bolt it, as if determined to secure herself from intrusion.

But Grace hastened to join her, passing through the door that opened from Violet's apartments.
Lulu, who was taking off her hat, turned sharply round with an angry frown on her brow.