There, you feel better now, do you not ?" "Yes, sir.

Papa dear, welcome, welcome to my house; the dearest guest that could come to it." And wiping away her tears, she lifted her loving eyes to his, a tender smile playing about the sweet lips.
"Save one," he answered half-playfully, passing his hand caressingly over her hair, and bending down to press his lips on brow, and cheeks, and mouth.

"Is not that so ?" "No, my own dear father, save none," with a charming blush, but eyes looking steadily into his; "when he comes, it shall be as master, not guest.

But now tell me, please, what can I do with this Spriggs?
I should like to pay him a month's wages in advance, and start him off early to-morrow morning." Mr.Dinsmore shook his head gravely.

"It would not do, my child.