"I cannot go with you, as there are to be none but little people, and I never feel altogether comfortable in seeing my darling go from home without me; and you will, no doubt, be very late in returning and getting to bed, and I fear will feel badly to-morrow in consequence; but this once, at least, you shall just please yourself.

All your little guests are going, and it would be dull and lonesome for you at home, I am afraid." Elsie thought a moment.
"Dear papa, you are very kind," she said, "but if you please, I would much rather have you decide for me, because I am only a silly little girl, and you are so much older and wiser." He smiled, and stroked her hair softly, but said nothing.
"Are you going to stay at home, papa ?" she asked presently.
"Yes, daughter, I expect to spend the evening either in this room or the library, as I have letters to write." "Oh, then, papa, please let me stay with you! I would like it _much_ better than going to the party; will you, papa?
please say yes." "But you know I cannot talk to you, or let you talk; so that it will be very dull," he said, pushing back the curls from the fair forehead, and smiling down into the eager little face.
"Oh! but if you will only let me sit beside you and read one of my new books, I shall be quite contented, and sit as quiet as a little mouse, and not say one word without leave.

Mayn't I, papa ?" "I said you should do as you pleased, darling, and I always love to have my pet near me." "Oh, then I shall stay!" she cried, clapping her hands.
Then, with a happy little sigh, "It will be so nice," she said, "to have one of our quiet evenings again." And she knew, by her father's gratified look, that she had decided as he would have had her.
A servant put his head in at the door.
"Massa Horace, dere's a gen'leman in de library axin for to see you." "Very well, Jim, tell him I will be there in a moment.

Elsie, dear, put away your books, and go down to your little friends." "Yes, papa, I will," she replied, as he went out and left her.
"How kind papa is to me, and how I do love him!" she murmured to herself as she placed the books carefully in the drawer where they belonged.
She found Lucy and Mary busily engaged in dressing a doll, and Carry deeply interested in a book.

But several of the little ones were looking quite disconsolate.
"Oh, Elsie, do come and play with us," said Flora; "Enna won't play anything we like.