Mr.Tretherick was addicted to intemperate habits, said to have been induced by domestic trouble.
Mrs.Tretherick did not start.

She quietly turned over another page of the paper, and glanced at Carry.

The child was absorbed in a book.

Mrs.
Tretherick uttered no word, but during the remainder of the evening was unusually silent and cold.

When Carry was undressed and in bed, Mrs.
Tretherick suddenly dropped on her knees beside the bed, and, taking Carry's flaming head between her hands, said: "Should you like to have another papa, Carry, darling ?" "No," said Carry, after a moment's thought.
"But a papa to help Mamma take care of you, to love you, to give you nice clothes, to make a lady of you when you grow up ?" Carry turned her sleepy eyes toward the questioner.