"Oh, yes, terribly; but I"m glad he did it (though I wouldn"t for anything let anybody know it but you), because I"d feel so mean if I hadn"t paid somehow for my badness. Papa was so good and kind to me--he always is--and I had been behaving so hatefully to him.
"And he wasn"t in a bit of a pa.s.sion with me. I believe, as he told me, he did hate to punish me, and only did it to help me to learn to conquer my temper."
"And to be obedient, too?"
"Yes; the punishment was for that too, he said. But now don"t you think I have reason to feel worse about his going away just now than you?"
"Yes," admitted Grace; "I"d feel ever so badly if I"d done anything to make dear papa sad and troubled; and I think I should be frightened to death if he was going to whip me."
"No, you wouldn"t," said Lulu, "for you would know papa wouldn"t hurt you any more than he thought necessary for your own good. Now let me help you dress, for it must be near breakfast time."
"Oh, thank you; yes, I"ll have to hurry. Do you love papa as well as ever, Lu?"
"Better," returned Lulu, emphatically; "it seems odd, but I do. I shouldn"t though if I thought he took pleasure in beating me, or punishing me in any way."
"I don"t b"lieve he likes to punish any of us," said Grace.
"I _know_ he doesn"t," said Lulu. "And it isn"t any odder that I should love him in spite of his punishments, than that he should love me in spite of all my naughtiness. Yes, I do think, Gracie, we have the best father in the world."
""Course we have," responded Grace; "but then we don"t have him half the time; he"s "most always on his ship," she added tearfully.
"Are you ready for breakfast, dears?" asked a sweet voice at the door.
"Yes, Grandma Elsie," they answered, hastening to claim the good-morning kiss she was always ready to bestow.
Lulu"s heartache had found some relief in her confidence to her sister, and she showed a pleasanter and more cheerful face at the table than Violet expected to see her wear.
It grew brighter still when she learned that they were all to have a long, delightful drive over the hills and moors, starting almost immediately upon the conclusion of the meal.
The weather was charming, everybody in most amiable mood, and spite of the pain of the recent parting from him whom they so dearly loved, that would occasionally make itself felt in the hearts of wife and children, the little trip was an enjoyable one to all.
Just as they drew up at the cottage door on their return, a blast of Captain Baxter"s tin horn announced his arrival with the mail, and Edward, waiting only to a.s.sist the ladies and children to alight, hurried off to learn if they had any interest in the contents of the mailbag.
CHAPTER VIII.
"Be not too ready to condemn The wrongs thy brothers may have done; Ere ye too harshly censure them For human faults, ask, "Have I none?""
--_Miss Eliza Cook_.
The little girls took up their station at the front door to watch for "Uncle Edward"s" return.
Gracie presently cried out joyfully, "Oh, he"s coming with a whole handful of letters! I wonder if one is from papa."
"I"m afraid not," said Lulu; "he would hardly write last night, leaving us so late as he did, and hardly have time before the leaving of the early boat this morning."
The last word had scarcely left her lips when Edward reached her side and put a letter into her hand--a letter directed to her, and unmistakably in her father"s handwriting.
"One for you, too, Vi," he said gayly, tossing it into her lap through the open window.
"Excuse the unceremonious delivery, sister mine. Where are grandma and mamma? I have a letter for each of them."
"Here," answered his mother"s voice from within the room; then as she took the missives from his hand, "Ah, I knew papa would not forget either mamma or me."
"Where"s my share, Ned?" asked Zoe, issuing from the inner room, where she had been engaged in taking off her hat and smoothing her fair tresses.
"Your share? Well, really I don"t know; unless you"ll accept the mail-carrier as such," he returned sportively.
"Captain Baxter?" she asked in mock astonishment. "I"d rather have a letter by half."
"But you can"t have either," he returned, laughing; "you can have the postman who delivered the letters here--nothing more; yours is "Hobson"s choice.""
Lulu, receiving her letter with a half-smothered exclamation of intense, joyful surprise, ran swiftly away with it to the beach, never stopping till she had gained a spot beyond and away from the crowd, where no prying eye would watch her movements or note if the perusal of her treasure caused any emotion.
There, seated upon the sand, she broke open the envelope with fingers trembling with eagerness. It contained only a few lines in Captain Raymond"s bold chirography, but they breathed such fatherly love and tenderness as brought the tears in showers from Lulu"s eyes--tears of intense joy and filial love. She hastily wiped them away and read the sweet words again and again; then kissing the paper over and over, placed it in her bosom, rose up, and slowly wended her way back toward the house, with a lighter, happier heart than she had known for some days.
She had not gone far when Grace came tripping over the sands to meet her, her face sparkling with delight as she held up a note to view, exclaiming, "See, Lu! papa did not forget me; it came inside of mamma"s letter."
"Oh, Gracie, I am glad," said Lulu; "but it would be very strange for papa to remember the bad child and not the good one, wouldn"t it?" she concluded, between a sigh and a smile.
"I"m not always good," said Grace; "you know I did something very, very bad last winter one time--something you would never do. I b"lieve you"d speak the truth if you knew you"d be killed for it."
"You dear little thing!" exclaimed Lulu, throwing her arm round Grace and giving her a hearty kiss; "it"s very good in you to say it; but papa says I"m an honest child and own the truth even when it"s against me."
"Yes; you said you told him how you had disobeyed him; and If it had been I, I wouldn"t have ever said a word about it for fear he"d punish me."
"Well, you can"t help being timid; and if I were as timid as you are, no doubt I"d be afraid to own up too; and I didn"t confess till after that Miss Eastman had told on me," said Lulu. "Now let"s sit down on the sand, and if you"ll show me your letter, I"ll show you mine."
Grace was more than willing, and they busied themselves with the letters, reading and rereading, and with loving talk about their absent father, till summoned to the supper-table.
Lulu was very fond of being on the beach, playing in the sand, wandering hither and thither, or just sitting gazing dreamily out over the waves; and her father had allowed her to do so, only stipulating that she should not go out of sight or into any place that looked at all dangerous.
"I"m going down to the beach," she said to Grace, when they had left the table that evening; "won"t you go too?"
"Not yet," said Grace; "baby is awake, and looks so sweet that I"d rather stay and play with her a little while first."
"She does look pretty and sweet," a.s.sented Lulu, glancing toward the babe, cooing in its nurse"s arms, "but we can see enough of her after we go home to Ion, and haven"t the sea any more. I"ll go now, and you can come and join me when you are ready."
Leaving the house, Lulu turned southward toward Sunset Heights, and strolled slowly on, gazing seaward for the most part, and drinking in with delight the delicious breeze as it came sweeping on from no one knows where, tearing the crests of the waves and scattering the spray hither and yon.
The tide was rising, and it was keen enjoyment to watch the great billows chasing each other in and dashing higher and higher on the sands below. Then the sun drew near his setting, and the sea, reflecting the gorgeous coloring of the clouds, changed every moment from one lovely hue to another.
Lulu walked on and on, wilfully refusing to think how great might be the distance she was putting between herself and home, and at length sat down, the better to enjoy the lovely panorama of cloud and sea which still continued to enrapture her with its ever-changing beauty.
By and by the colors began to fade and give place to a silvery gray, which gradually deepened and spread till the whole sky was fast growing black with clouds that even to her inexperienced eye portended a storm.