But, my dear little daughter, we can't expect to have all our enjoyments every day." "No, sir;" said Lulu; "and we'll miss you when Mamma Vi comes back and you are not there to read to us." "Of course we will," said Violet, "but though your papa is unquestionably the finest reader among us, the rest of us can read intelligibly, and some of us can read aloud to the others; perhaps we may take turns." "A very good plan," said the captain.

"But, my dear, I can not endorse that statement of yours in regard to our relative ability as readers.

I consider my wife as fine a reader as I ever listened to." "Mamma Vi does read beautifully," remarked Max, with an affectionate, admiring glance at her.
"I think so too," assented Lulu, adding "and if she will read to us it will be a great favor, and I am sure will make the time pass quickly and very pleasantly." "No doubt," said the captain, "and I am glad you are ready to appreciate such an effort on your mamma's part; but she may have other plans for the evening." Violet had intended to spend it in writing to her absent brothers, but instantly decided to sacrifice her own wishes to those of the children.
"I am sure I shall enjoy reading to so appreciative an audience," she said laughingly, "and feel myself highly honored in filling my husband's place." "Max and Lulu," said the captain, "don't forget the tasks set for this afternoon; you can easily accomplish them before tea and have an hour or more for exercise beside." Both replied with a promise not to forget or neglect his requirements, and immediately upon bidding her father good-bye and seeing him out of sight, Lulu went to her room and applied herself to the study of her lessons first, then to the writing of her composition.
She did her work hurriedly, however, with the thought of the sewing for which she now had so little time, ever present with her; consequently the lessons took small hold upon her memory and the remaining task was very indifferently performed.
She was in the act of wiping her pen when Max called to her and Grace that the ponies were at the door and they three and Mamma Vi were to have a ride together.
"Oh how nice!" cried both little girls, and hastened to don riding hats and habits.
They had grown exceedingly fond of their young step-mother; and as she did not very often find it convenient to share their rides, to have her do so was considered quite a treat.
On their return Lulu, hardly waiting to remove her out door garments and make herself presentable for the evening, went at the sewing with all the activity and determination of her very energetic nature.
"It's got to be done if I have to work like a steam engine!" she exclaimed to Grace, thrusting in and drawing out her needle with a rapidity that surprised her little sister.
"I never saw you sew so fast, Lu," she said.

"I couldn't do it; I'd have to take more time to be sure my stitches were nice and even." "Oh it's for poor folks and so it's strong, it won't make much difference about the looks," returned Lulu, working away at the same headlong pace.
"But Grandma Elsie is particular about the stitches," said Grace; "don't you remember she told us she was, for our own sakes more than the poor folks'; because it would be a sad thing for us to fall into slovenly habits of working ?" "Yes, I do remember now you speak of it; and I'll try to make the work neat as well as to do it fast." Lulu worked on not allowing herself a moment's rest or relaxation, till the tea bell rang.
Violet invited them all to spend the evening in her boudoir.
Lulu carried her sewing there directly after leaving the table, and Violet more than once spoke admiringly of the diligence and energy she displayed in working steadily on till it was time for them to separate for the night.
"It isn't done yet; dear me how many stitches it does take to make a garment!" sighed Lulu to Grace when they had retired to the room of the latter.
"So it does," said Grace, "but papa says having to take so many of them, one right after another, is a good lesson in patience and perseverance." "Kind of lessons I'm not fond of," laughed Lulu.
"And you've worked so hard all the evening! you must be very tired." "Yes, I'm tired; but I'd sit up and work an hour or two longer if it wouldn't be disobedience to papa.
"Well I'll see how much I can do before breakfast to-morrow morning.
Perhaps I can finish; I hope I can." She carried out her resolution, and when their father came in for the customary bit of chat with his little daughters before breakfast, he found her sewing diligently.
He commended her industry, particularly when Grace had told how much of it had been shown the previous evening, but added that he hoped the tasks he had set her had been first properly attended to.
"Yes, sir; I learned my lessons and wrote my composition yesterday, before I began the sewing," she replied.
"That is well," he said, "I am glad to see you willing to use some of your leisure time in working for the poor, but your education--which is to fit you for greater usefulness in the future--must not be neglected for that or anything else." Lulu blushed with a sudden half conviction that her tasks had not been so faithfully attended to as they should have been.

But it was now too late to remedy the failure, as the school hour would come very soon after breakfast and family worship.
She wished she had learned her lessons more thoroughly and spent more time and pains upon her composition, but hoped she might be able to acquit her herself better, on being called to recite, than she feared.
However, it proved a vain hope; she hesitated and gave incorrect answers several times in the first recitation, and when it came to the second showed herself almost entirely unacquainted with the lesson.
Her father looked very grave but only said, as he handed back her book, "These are the poorest recitations I have ever heard from you." Then taking up her composition, which he had found lying on his desk and had already examined, "And this, I am sorry to have to say, is a piece of work that does no credit to my daughter; the writing is slovenly, the sentences are badly constructed, and the spelling is very faulty.