"I thought you looked very cross and rebellious about the hat and about having to come home so soon.

I'm very sure, from what I've heard of Grandpa Dinsmore's strictness, that if you were his child you'd get a whipping for it." Lulu looked frightened.
"But, Max, you don't think papa means to punish me for that, do you?
He has been so kind and pleasant since," she said, with a slight tremble in her voice.
"You'll find out when he comes," laughed Max.

"Good-night," and he hastened away to his own room.
A guilty conscience made Lulu very uneasy as she hurried through her preparations for bed, and as she heard her father's step approach the door she grew quite frightened.
He came in and closed it after him.

Lulu was standing in her night-dress, just ready for bed.

He caught up a heavy shawl, wrapped it about her, and seating himself lifted her to his knee.
"Why, how you are trembling!" he exclaimed.