But it vanished at sight of the intruder.
"Oh, it's only you, is it, Gracie ?" she said in a slightly relieved tone.
"But what's the matter?
What have you been crying about ?" "You, Lulu; oh, I'm so sorry for you!" Grace answered, with a sob, running to her sister and putting her arms round her neck.
"Well, you needn't be; I don't care," Lulu said defiantly, and with a little stamp of her foot.

"No, not if all the old tyrants in the world were angry with me!" "Oh, Lu, don't talk so!" entreated Grace; "and you do care if papa is displeased?
Our own dear papa who loves us so dearly ?" "Yes," acknowledged Lulu, in a more quiet and subdued tone.

"Oh, Gracie, why wasn't I made good like you ?" "Don't you remember the Bible verse we learned the other day ?" queried Grace.

"'There is none good; no, not one.'" "Then Grandpa Dinsmore isn't good himself, and ought to have more patience with me," remarked Lulu.

"But don't you fret about it, Gracie; there's no need." "You're always sorry when I'm in trouble, and I can't help feeling so when you are," said Grace.
Violet was dressing for dinner, thinking sadly the while upon what she had just learned from Grace.
"How it would trouble her father if he should hear it!" she said to herself.