It must be re-written this afternoon, and both lessons learned so that you can recite them creditably to me before I can allow you any recreation." "I don't care," she said with a pout and a frown, "I just have too much to do, and that's all there is about it." "My child, are you speaking quite as respectfully as you ought in addressing your father ?" he asked in grave, reproving accents.
She hung her head in sullen silence.
He waited a moment, then said with some sternness, "When I ask you a question, Lucilla, I expect an answer, and it must be given." "No, sir; it wasn't respectful," she replied penitently.

"But please forgive me, papa, I hope I'll never speak so again." He drew her to him and kissed her tenderly.

"I do, dear child.

But now I must know what you mean by saying that you have too much to do." "It's that sewing for the Dorcas society, papa, beside all my lessons and practising, and other things that you bid me do every day." "Then you must undertake less of it, or none at all; for as I have said before, your lessons are of much more importance.

I can pay some one to work for the poor, but my little girl's stock of knowledge must be increased, and her mind improved by her own efforts." "I don't want to give it up, papa; because it would be mortifying to have it said I couldn't do as much as the other girls." "You seem to be doing charitable work from a very poor motive," he remarked in a tone of grave concern.
"Papa, that isn't my only motive," she replied, hanging her head and blushing.