"I am sorry; I didn't know.

Oh, please, papa!" He stooped and kissed her.
"My thoughtless little girl! Heaven knows how freely I forgive you--only promise me your word of honour not to breathe a word of this." "I promise, papa." "Thank you, my dear.

And now you may go; I have some writing to do.

Go and take a ride to cheer you up after all this dismal talk, and get back your roses before luncheon time." He kissed her again and held the door open for her to pass out.

Rose, with a great weight off her mind went down the passage, and met Eeny running upstairs.
"I say, Rose," exclaimed her sister, "don't you want to go to a ball?
Well, there are invitations for the Misses Danton in the parlour." "A ball, Eeny?
Where ?" "At the Ponsonbys', next Thursday night.