"I received a letter this morning from my friend, Rose Allison, enclosing one to your little Elsie." He began to listen with close attention, while a slight frown gathered on his brow.
"Now, Horace," his sister went on, "though I approve in the main of your management of that child--which, by the way, I presume, is not of the least consequence to you--yet I must say I have thought it right hard you should deprive her of Rose's letters.

So I carried this one, and offered it to her, assuring her that you should never know anything about it; but what do you think ?--the little goose actually refused to touch it without papa's permission.

She _must_ obey him, she said, no matter how hard it was, whenever he did not bid her do anything wrong.

And now, Horace," she concluded, "I want you to give me the pleasure of carrying this letter to her, with your permission to read it.

I'm sure she deserves it." "Perhaps so; but I am sure _you_ don't, Adelaide, after tampering with the child's conscience in that manner.