"Did he tell you then he was sorry for having abused you so when you were innocent ?" "No, indeed! not he! He said, 'Well, you didn't deserve it that time, but I've no doubt you've escaped many a time when you did.'" "Max, I'd never stand it! I'd run away!" exclaimed Lulu, stopping short and facing her brother with eyes that fairly blazed with indignation.
"I've thought of that, Lu; I've felt tempted to do it more than once," Max said with a sigh; "but I thought how papa would feel hearing of it.

I'd rather bear it all than have him feel that his son had done anything to disgrace him." "Max, you're better than I am!" cried Lulu with affectionate warmth.

"I'd never have thought of anything but how to get away as fast as possible from that horrid, horrid beast of a man." "Papa thinks he's good, and that's the reason he put me with him.

Oh, but don't I wish he knew the truth!" "I should think the old rascal would be afraid of what papa may do when he comes and hears all the things you'll have to tell." "I suppose he thinks papa will believe his story instead of mine; and perhaps he will," said Max a little sadly.
"No; don't you be one bit afraid of that!" cried Lulu, hotly.

"Papa knows you're a truthful boy.