There was a moment"s pause, and then she asked in a timid hesitating way, "Papa, may I have my candy, if you please?"
"No, you may not," he said decidedly; "and understand and remember that I positively forbid you either to buy or eat anything of the kind again without my express permission."
Elsie"s eyes filled, and she had a hard struggle to keep down a rising sob as she turned away and went slowly back to the place where she had left her friend.
"Have you got it?" asked Lucy, eagerly.
Elsie shook her head.
"What a shame!" exclaimed Lucy, indignantly. "He"s just as cross as he can be. He"s a tyrant, so he is! just a hateful old tyrant, and I wouldn"t care a cent for him, if I were you, Elsie. I"m glad he is not my father, so I am."
"I"m afraid he doesn"t love me much," sighed Elsie in low, tearful tones, "for he hardly ever lets me have anything, or go anywhere that I want to."
"Well, never mind, _I"ll_ send and buy a good lot tomorrow, and we"ll have a regular feast," said Lucy, soothingly, as she pa.s.sed her arm around her friend"s waist and drew her down to a seat on the portico step.
"Thank you, Lucy; you can buy for yourself if you like, but not for me, for papa has forbidden me to eat anything of the sort."
"Oh! of course we"ll not let him know anything about it," said Lucy.
But Elsie shook her head sadly, saying with a little sigh, "No, Lucy, you are very kind, but I cannot disobey papa, even if he should never know it, because that would be disobeying G.o.d, and He would know it."
"Dear me, how particular you are!" exclaimed Lucy a little pettishly.
"Elsie," said Mr. Dinsmore, speaking from the door, "what are you doing there? Did I not forbid you to be out in the evening air?"
"I did not know you meant the doorstep, papa. I thought I was only not to go down into the garden," replied the little girl, rising to go in.
"I see you intend to make as near an approach to disobedience as you dare," said her father. "Go immediately to your room, and tell mammy to put you to bed."
Elsie silently obeyed, and Lucy, casting an indignant glance at Mr.
Dinsmore, was about to follow her, when he said, "I wish her to go alone, if you please, Miss Lucy;" and with a frown and a pout the little girl walked into the drawing-room and seated herself on the sofa beside her mamma.
Mr. Dinsmore walked out on to the portico, and stood there watching the moon which was just rising over the treetops.
"Horace," said Arthur, emerging from the shadow of a tree near by and approaching his brother, "Elsie thinks you"re a tyrant. She says you never let her have anything, or go anywhere, and you"re always punishing her. She and Lucy have had a fine time out here talking over your bad treatment of her, and planning to have some candy in spite of you."
"Arthur, I do not believe that Elsie would deliberately plan to disobey me; and whatever faults she may have, I am very sure she is above the meanness of telling tales," replied Mr. Dinsmore, in a tone of severity, as he turned and went into the house, while Arthur, looking sadly crestfallen, crept away out of sight.
When Elsie reached her room, she found that Chloe was not there; for, not expecting that her services would be required at so early an hour, she had gone down to the kitchen to have a little chat with her fellow-servants. Elsie rang for her, and then walking to the window, stood looking down into the garden in an att.i.tude of thoughtfulness and dejection. She was mentally taking a review of the manner in which she had spent the day, as was her custom before retiring. The retrospect had seldom been so painful to the little girl. She had a very tender conscience, and it told her now that she had more than once during the day indulged in wrong feelings toward her father; that she had also allowed another to speak disrespectfully of him, giving by her silence a tacit approval of the sentiments uttered, and, more than that, had spoken complainingly of him herself.
"Oh!" she murmured half aloud as she covered her face with her hands, and the tears trickled through her fingers, "how soon I have forgotten the lesson papa taught me this morning, and my promise to trust him without knowing his reasons. I don"t deserve that he should love me or be kind and indulgent, when I am so rebellious."
"What"s de matter, darlin"?" asked Chloe"s voice in pitiful tones, as she took her nursling in her arms and laid her little head against her bosom, pa.s.sing her hand caressingly over the soft bright curls; "your ole mammy can"t bear to see her pet cryin" like dat."
"O mammy, mammy! I"ve been such a wicked girl to-day! Oh! I"m afraid I shall never be good, never be like Jesus. I"m afraid He is angry with me, for I have disobeyed Him to-day," sobbed the child.
"Darlin"," said Chloe, earnestly, "didn"t you read to your ole mammy dis very morning dese bressed words: "If any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous," an" de other: "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins." Go to de dear, bressed Lord Jesus, darlin", an" ax Him to forgive you, an" I _knows_ He will."
"Yes, He will," replied the little girl, raising her head and dashing away her tears, "He will forgive my sins, and take away my wicked heart, and give me right thoughts and feelings. How glad I am you remembered those sweet texts, you dear old mammy," she added, twining her arms lovingly around her nurse"s neck. And then she delivered her papa"s message, and Chloe began at once to prepare her for bed.
Elsie"s tears had ceased to flow, but they were still trembling in her eyes, and the little face wore a very sad and troubled expression as she stood patiently pa.s.sive in her nurse"s hands. Chloe had soon finished her labors, and then the little girl opened her Bible, and, as usual, read a few verses aloud, though her voice trembled, and once or twice a tear fell on the page; then closing the book she stole away to the side of the bed and knelt down.
She was a good while on her knees, and several times, as the sound of a low sob fell upon Chloe"s ear, she sighed and murmured to herself: "Poor, darlin"! dear, bressed lamb, your ole mammy don"t like to hear dat."
Then as the child rose from her kneeling posture she went to her, and taking her in her arms, folded her in a fond embrace, calling her by the most tender and endearing epithets, and telling her that her old mammy loved her better than life--better than anything in the wide world.
Elsie flung her arms around her nurse"s neck, and laid her head upon her bosom, saying, "Yes, my dear old mammy, I know you love me, and I love you, too. But put me in bed now, or papa will be displeased."
"What makes you so onrestless, darlin"?" asked Chloe, half an hour afterward; "can"t you go to sleep no how?"
"O mammy! if I could only see papa just for one moment to tell him something. Do you think he would come to me?" sighed the little girl.
"Please, mammy, go down and see if he is busy. Don"t say a word if he is; but if not, ask him to come to me for just one minute."
Chloe left the room immediately, but returned the next moment, saying, "I jes looked into de parlor, darlin", an" Ma.s.s Horace he mighty busy playin" chess wid Miss Lucy"s mamma, an" I didn"t say nuffin" to him.
Jes you go sleep, my pet, an" tell Ma.s.s Horace all "bout it in de mornin"."
Elsie sighed deeply, and turning over on her pillow, cried herself to sleep.
Chloe was just putting the finishing touches to the little girl"s dress the next morning, when Lucy Carrington rapped at the door.
"Good morning, Elsie," she said; "I was in a hurry to come to you, because it is my last day, you know. Wasn"t it too bad of your father to send you off to bed so early last night?"
"No, Lucy, papa has a right to send me to bed whenever he pleases; and besides, I was naughty and deserved to be punished; and it was not much more than half an hour earlier than my usual bedtime."
"You naughty!" exclaimed Lucy, opening her eyes very wide. "Mamma often says she wishes I was half as good."
Elsie sighed, but made no answer. Her thoughts seemed far away. She was thinking of what she had been so anxious, the night before, to say to her father, and trying to gain courage to do it this morning. "If I could only get close to him when n.o.body was by, and he would look and speak kindly to me, I could do it then," she murmured to herself.
"Come, Aunt Chloe, aren"t you done? I want to have a run in the garden before breakfast," said Lucy, somewhat impatiently, as Chloe tied and untied Elsie"s sash several times.
"Well, Miss Lucy, I"se done now," she answered, pa.s.sing her hand once more over her nursling"s curls: "but Ma.s.s Horace he mighty pertickler "bout Miss Elsie."
"Yes," said Elsie, "papa wants me always to look very nice and neat; and when I go down in the morning he just gives me one glance from head to foot, and if anything is wrong he is sure to see it and send me back immediately to have it made right. Now, mammy, please give me my hat and let us go."
"You"s got plenty ob time, chillens; de bell won"t go for to ring dis hour," remarked the old nurse, tying on Elsie"s hat.
"My chile looks sweet an" fresh as a moss rosebud dis mornin"," she added, talking to herself, as she watched the two little girls tripping down-stairs hand in hand.
They skipped up and down the avenue several times, and ran all round the garden before it was time to go in. Then Elsie went up to Chloe to have her hair made smooth again. She was just descending for the second time to the hall, where she had left Lucy, when they saw a carriage drive up to the front door.
"There"s papa!" cried Lucy, joyfully, as it stopped and a gentleman sprang out and came up the steps into the portico; and in an instant she was in his arms, receiving such kisses and caresses as Elsie had vainly longed for all her life.
Lucy had several brothers, but was an only daughter, and a very great pet, especially with her father.
Elsie watched them with a wistful look and a strange aching at her heart.
But presently Mr. Carrington set Lucy down and turning to her, gave her a shake of the hand, and then a kiss, saying, "How do you do this morning, my dear? I"m afraid you are hardly glad to see me, as I come to take Lucy away, for I suppose you have been having fine times together."
"Yes, sir, indeed we have; and I hope you will let her come again."