I wanted you quite to myself this once," he answered, as they turned and rode at a brisk canter down the avenue.
"And I shall enjoy having my dear father all to myself for once," she rejoined, with a touch of old-time gayety in look and tone.

"Ah! papa, never a day passes, I think I might almost say never an hour, in which I do not thank God for sparing you to me; you who have loved and cherished me so long and so tenderly." "My own dear child!" he said in reply, "you and your love are among the greatest blessings of my life." As they rode on side by side they talked of the youngest two of her children--Rose and Walter--both quite ill with measles; of her sister's family, where also there was sickness among the little ones, and whither Mrs.Dinsmore had gone to assist in the nursing of her grandchildren; of the recent death of Enna at Magnolia Hall, the home of her daughter Molly; and of the anxiety of the younger Elsie because of a much longer silence than usual on the part of her absent betrothed.
She greatly feared that some evil had befallen him, and had not been able to hide her distress from these two--the mother and grandfather who loved her so--though making most earnest, unselfish efforts to conceal it from all, especially her mother, whose tender heart was ever ready to bleed for another's woe, and who had already griefs and anxieties enough of her own.
They spoke of her with tenderest compassion, and affectionate pride in her loveliness of person and character, and her brave endurance of her trial.
Enna's death could hardly be felt as a personal loss by either, but they sympathized deeply in the grief of her old father, with whom her faults seemed to be buried in her grave, while he cherished a lively remembrance of all that had ever given him pleasure in her looks, words, or ways.
He was growing old and feeble, and felt this, the death of his youngest child, a very heavy blow.
"My poor old father! I fear we shall not have him with us much longer," Mr.Dinsmore remarked with emotion.
Elsie's eyes glistened with unshed tears.

"Dear old grandpa!" she murmured.

"But, dear papa, be comforted! he may live for years yet, and should it please God to take him, we know that our loss will be his infinite gain." "Yes; would that we had the same assurance in regard to all his children and grandchildren." Silence fell between them for some minutes.
Elsie knew that her father, when making that last remark, was thinking more particularly of his half sister, Mrs.Conly, and her daughter Virginia.
The two had gone to a fashionable watering-place to spend the last fortnight of their summer's sojourn at the North, and ere it expired Virginia had contracted a hasty marriage with a man of reputed wealth, whom she met there for the first time.
The match was made with the full consent and approval of her mother--who, on rejoining the Dinsmores and Travillas, boasted much of "Virginia's brilliant position and prospects"-- but without the knowledge of any other relative.

No opportunity of making inquiries about the character or real circumstances of the stranger to whom she committed the happiness of her life, was afforded by Virginia to grandfather, uncle or brothers.
Of late Mrs.Conly had ceased to boast of the match--scarcely mentioned Virginia's name; and Mr.Dinsmore had learned from Calhoun and Arthur that Virginia's letters were no longer shown to any one, and seemed to irritate and depress their mother so unmistakably that they feared more and more there was something very much amiss with their sister; yet the mother steadily evaded all inquiries on the subject.
Mr.Dinsmore presently told all this to his daughter, adding that he very much feared Virginia had made an utter wreck of her earthly happiness.
"Poor Virgie!" sighed Elsie.