"Because I loved you and wanted the right to take care of you, my bonny belle," he said, repeating his caress.
"And you do, the best care in the world, you dear boy!" she exclaimed impulsively, throwing her arms about his neck. "And if it will please you, I"ll set to work at the lessons now."
"Then do, love; I have letters to write, and we will sit here and work side by side."
Both worked diligently for an hour or more; they had a merry time over the recitations, then drove together to the nearest village to post Edward"s letters and get the afternoon mail for Ion.
Violet was made happy by a long letter from her husband.
She had barely time to glance over it, learning when and where it was written, and that he was well at the time of writing, when the tea-bell rang.
She slipped the precious missive into her pocket with a little sigh of satisfaction, and joined the others at the table with a very bright and happy face.
She had not been the only fortunate one; her mother had cheering news from Herbert and Harold, Mrs. Dinsmore some sprightly, gossipy letters from her sisters Adelaide and May, whose contents furnished topics of lively discourse, in which Violet took part.
She had not mentioned her own letter, but at length Edward, noting the brightness of her countenance, asked, "Good news from the captain, Vi?"
"Yes, thank you," she said; "he was well and seemingly in excellent spirits at the time of writing, though he says he misses wife and children sorely."
All three of his children turned toward her with eager, questioning looks, Max and Lulu asking, "Didn"t papa write to us, too?"
"He sends you a message, dears," Violet said. "I have not really read the letter yet, but shall do so after supper, and you shall all surely have your share of it."
On leaving the table they followed her to the door of her boudoir.
"May we come in, Mamma Vi?" Max asked, with a wistful look.
"Certainly," she answered in a pleasant tone, though longing to be quite alone while giving her precious letter its first perusal; "I would have you feel as free to come into my apartments as I always have felt to go into mamma"s. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable, dears, and you shall hear presently what your papa says.
"The letter was written on shipboard, brought into New York by another vessel and there mailed to me."
Max politely drew up a chair near the light for Violet, another for Lulu, placed Gracie"s own little rocker close to her mamma"s side, then stood behind it prepared to give close attention to the reading of his father"s letter.
Violet omitted a little here and there--expressions of tender affection for herself, or something else evidently intended for her eye alone. The captain wrote delightful letters; at least they were such in the esteem of his wife and children. This one provoked to both laughter and tears, he had so amusing a way of relating trivial incidents, and some pa.s.sages were so tenderly affectionate.
But something near the close brought an anxious, troubled look to Max"s face, a frown to Lulu"s brow.
It was this: "Tell Max and Lulu I wish each of them to keep a diary for my inspection, writing down every evening what have been the doings and happenings of the day as regards themselves--their studies, their pleasures, their conduct also. Max telling of himself, Lulu of herself, just as they would if sitting on my knee and answering the questions, "What have you been busy about to-day? Have you been attentive to your studies, respectful and obedient to those in charge of you? Have you tried to do your duty toward G.o.d and man?"
"They need not show any one at Ion what they write. I shall trust to their truthfulness and honesty not to represent themselves as better than they are, not to hide their faults from the father who cares to know of them, only that he may help his dear children to live right and be happy. Ah, if they but knew how I love them! and how it grieves and troubles me when they go astray!"
Max"s face brightened at those closing sentences, Lulu"s softened for a moment, but then, as Violet folded the letter, "I don"t want to!" she burst out. "Why does papa say we must do such things?"
"He tells you, dear; did you not notice?" said Violet. "He says he wishes to know your faults in order to help you to correct them. And don"t you think it will help you to avoid wrongdoing? to resist temptation? the remembrance that it must be confessed to your dear father and will grieve him very much? Is it not kind in him to be willing to bear that pain for the sake of doing you good?"
Lulu did not answer, but Max said, "Yes, indeed, Mamma Vi! and oh, I hope I"ll never have to make his heart ache over my wrongdoings! But I don"t know how to keep a diary."
"Nor I either," added Lulu.
"But you can learn, dears," Violet said. "I will help you at the start.
You can each give a very good report of to-day"s conduct, I am sure.
"The keeping of a diary will be very improving to you in a literary way, teaching you to express your thoughts readily in writing, and that, I presume, is one thing your father has in view."
"But it will be just like writing compositions; and that I always did _hate_!" cried Lulu vehemently.
"No, not exactly," said Max; "because you don"t have to make up anything, only to tell real happenings and doings that you haven"t had time to forget."
"And I think you will soon find it making the writing of compositions easier," remarked Violet, with an encouraging smile.
"It"ll be just the same as having to write a composition every day,"
grumbled Lulu. "I wish papa wouldn"t be so hard on us. I have to study lessons a whole hour every evening, and then it"ll take ever so long to write that, and I shall not have a bit of time to play."
"I wish I could write," little Gracie said, with a half sigh. "If I could, I"d like to talk that way to papa."
"You shall learn, darling," Violet said, caressing her with gentle fondness. "Would you like to begin now?"
"Oh, yes, mamma!" cried the child eagerly.
"Then bring me your slate, and I will set you a copy. Max and Lulu, would you like to bring your writing-desks in here, and let me give you any help you may need?"
Both a.s.sented to the proposal with thanks, and were presently seated near her, each with open desk, a fresh sheet of paper spread out upon it, and pen in hand.
"I think that until you are a little used to the business, it would be well to compose first with a pencil, then copy in ink," remarked Violet.
"And here," taking it from a drawer in her writing-desk, as she spoke, "is some printing paper which takes pencil mark much better than the more highly glazed paper which we use ordinarily in writing letters."
She gave each of them a pile of neatly cut sheets and a nicely sharpened pencil.
They thanked her, and Max set to work at once.
Lulu sat playing with her pencil, her eyes on the carpet. "I don"t know how to begin!" she exclaimed presently in an impatient tone. "What shall I say first, Mamma Vi?"
"Write down the date and then--Suppose you dictate to me, if that will be any easier."
"Thank you, ma"am, I think it would till I get into the way of it," Lulu said, handing over her paper and pencil with a sigh of relief.
"Now," said Violet, encouragingly, "just imagine that you are sitting on your papa"s knee and answering the question, "What have you been doing all day?""
"As soon as I was dressed and ready for breakfast, I went to Grandma Elsie"s dressing-room, along with Rosie and the others, to say Bible verses, and hear Grandma Elsie talk about them and pray. Will that do, Mamma Vi?"
"Very nicely, dear; it is just what your papa wants, I think."
Lulu"s brow cleared, and she went on stating briefly the doings of the now closing day in the due order of their succession, Violet"s pen nearly keeping pace with her tongue.
"And here we are--Max and Gracie and I--sitting with Mamma Vi in her boudoir, and she is writing for me the words I tell her, and I"m to copy them off to-morrow," was the concluding sentence of this first entry in the little girl"s diary.
"Will you hear mine, Mamma Vi, and tell me if it will do?" asked Max; and receiving permission read it aloud.