The Sabbath morning dawned bright and clear.

Lulu rose with the sun and, before he was an hour high, was down on the veranda, gazing with delight upon the lovely landscape spread out at her feet.
So absorbed in its beauties was she that she failed to hear an approaching footstep, and was aware of her father's presence only when he laid a hand gently on her head and, bending down, imprinted a kiss on her lips.
"An early bird as usual, my darling!" he said.
"Yes, sir, like my father, my dear, dear father," she returned, twining her arms around his neck and holding him fast for a moment.
"Did you sleep well ?" he asked, releasing himself and taking her hand in his.
"Oh, yes, indeed, papa! Did not you ?" "I did; I think we all did," he answered.

"God has been very good to us.
And what a lovely, lovely Sunday morning it is!" "We can all go to church, can't we, papa ?" she asked.
"I think so," he said.

"And now you would like to walk down across the lawn, to the water's edge, with me ?" "Oh, yes, indeed, papa," she cried delightedly.

"It was just what I was wanting to do." "It might be well for you to have a bit of something to eat first," he said.