I cannot lie here any longer.
You have put new life into me!" Salome handed him his gown, socks, and slippers, and then went to clear off his big easy-chair, which was burdened with his yesterday's dress suit, and draw it up for his use.
And in a few minutes the banker, wrapped in his gown, with his feet in his slippers, was seated comfortably in his arm-chair.
"Now, shall I ring for Potts, papa, dear ?" inquired Salome.
"No, my love, I don't want Potts, I want you.

Sit down near me, Salome, and listen to me.

You have made me very happy this morning, my darling; and now I wish to make you happy; you are not so now; but I am your father; you are my only child; all that I have will be yours; but in the meantime, you are not happy.

What can I do, my beloved child, to make you so ?" said the banker, drawing her to his side and kissing her tenderly, and then releasing her.
"Papa, dear, I should be a most ungrateful daughter if I were not happy," answered the girl.
"Then you _are_ a very thankless child, my little Salome, for you are very far from happy," said her father, gravely shaking his head, yet looking so tenderly upon her as to take all rebuke from his words.
Salome dropped her eyes under his searching, loving gaze.
"My child, I know that I have the power to bless you, if you will only tell me how.

Tell me, my dear," persisted her father.
But still she dropped her eyes and hung her head.
"If your mother were here, you could confide in her.