I will give it up very willingly if you wish me to do so," said Salome, gently, stooping and pressing her lips to his, and then seating herself on the side of his bed.
"I do not wish you to do so, my child.

I shall be going out myself in a couple of hours.

But I want to have a little conversation with you.
I suppose a few minutes more or less will make no difference in your enjoyment of the flower-show." "None whatever, papa, dear." "Humph! Salome, now that I look at you well, I do not believe you care a penny for the flower-show.

Come, tell me the truth, girl.

Do you care one penny to go to the flower-show ?" he inquired, looking keenly into her pensive face.
"No, papa, dear," she answered, in a very low tone.
"Humph! I thought not.