I felt so that very first day, and I did not want to take a present from her, because it didn't seem exactly right when I didn't like her, but I couldn't refuse--she wouldn't let me--and I have tried to like her since, but I can't." "Well, darling, I don't think I am just the proper person to reprove you for _that_," he replied, trying to look grave, "for I am afraid I am as naughty as you are.

But we won't talk any more about her.

See what I have for you this morning." He pointed to the table, where lay a pile of prettily bound books, which Elsie had not noticed until this moment.

They were Abbot's works.

Elsie had read several of his historical tales, and liked them very much; and her father could hardly have given a more acceptable present.
"I was sorry for your disappointment yesterday," he said, "but I hope these will make up for it, and they will give you a great deal of useful information, as well as amusement; while it could only be an injury to you to read that trashy book." Elsie was turning over the books with eager delight.
"_Dear_ papa, you are so kind and good to me," she said, laying them down to put her arms around his neck and kiss him.