CHAPTER XXII.
"Prithee, forgive me!" "Papa, can't I see Gracie ?" Lulu asked when he came in with her dinner.
"Certainly, if you are ready to obey." The child's lip quivered.

"I'm so tired of that bread and milk," she said.
"Can't I have something else?
I'm sure you and everybody in the house have a great many good things." "We have, and it is a great grief to me that I cannot share them with my little Lulu.

I have very little enjoyment in them because of that." "Papa, I'm sorry I've been so naughty, so impertinent to you.

I don't mean ever to be so again; and I'll be a good girl every way after this, if you'll let me out." "Then come with me to your mamma," he said, holding out his hand.
"I can't ask pardon of her," she said, turning away with a sob.
"You must, Lucilla," he said in a tone that made her tremble.

"You need not think to conquer your father.