"Two, papa," said Grace, "you can always count on me for one."
"I don"t doubt it in the least, dear child," he said. "And now, as I see you have all finished your dinner, and the boat is at the wharf, let us be going."
In a few minutes all were seated in the boat, and it was moving rapidly over the water, the children very merry, the parents by no means disposed to check the manifestations of their mirth.
They found the carriage in waiting when they landed.
"You are going with us, Levis?" Violet said inquiringly, as the captain handed her in.
"I should be pleased to do so, my dear, but have too many business letters calling for immediate reply," he said, lifting little Ned, and then Elsie, to a place by her side. "Lulu and Gracie, you would like to go with your mamma?"
"Yes, sir, if I may," Grace answered with alacrity, but Lulu declined, saying: "I would much rather stay with you, papa, if I may."
"Certainly, dear child; I shall be glad to have you," he said with a pleased look; "but I fear you will find it dull, as I shall be too busy to talk to you, or let you talk to me."
"But I can be with you, and perhaps of some use waiting on you, papa."
"Perhaps so," he said. "You generally contrive to make yourself useful to your father in one way or another."
Then the carriage drove on, Lulu slipped her hand into his, and together they walked back to the house.
"I do hope I can find something to do that will be a help to you, papa,"
she said, as they entered the library.
"I verily believe my dear eldest daughter would like to carry all her father"s burdens if she could," he said, laying his hand caressingly on her head, "but it wouldn"t be good for me, my darling, to have my life made too easy."
"I am sure it wouldn"t hurt you, papa, and I only wish I could carry all your burdens," she replied, with an ardently affectionate look up into his face. "Isn"t there something I can do now?"
"Yes," he replied, glancing at the table; "here are papers, magazines, and letters, quite a pile. You may cut leaves and open envelopes for me, that will save me some time and exertion--be quite a help."
"Yes, sir; I"ll be glad to do it all. But, oh, papa," and a bright, eager look came into her face.
"Well, daughter, what is it?" as she paused half breathless with her new idea.
"Papa, couldn"t I write some of the letters for you? Here is my typewriter that you so kindly let me bring along. I"ve learned to write pretty fast on it, you know, and wouldn"t it be easier for you just to tell me the words you want said and let me put them down, than to do it all yourself with either it or your pen?"
"That is a bright thought, daughter," he said, patting her cheek, and smiling down upon her. "I dare say that plan would shorten my work considerably."
"Oh, I shall be so glad if it does, papa!" she exclaimed. "There is nothing in the world I"d enjoy more than finding myself a real help and comfort to you."
"I have found you both many a time, daughter," he responded, taking up and opening a letter as he spoke, while she picked up a paper cutter and fell zealously to work opening envelopes, laying each one close to his hand as she had it ready.
"Now, you may get your typewriter ready for work," he said presently.
"Put in a sheet of this paper," taking some from a drawer in the table and laying it beside the machine, "date it, and in a moment I will tell you what to say."
He had already instructed her carefully in punctuation and paragraphing: spelling also; and, with an occasional direction in regard to such matters, she did her work well.
She was full of joy when at the close of the business he bestowed upon her a judicious amount of praise and said that she had proved a great help to him, shortening his labor very considerably.
"I think," he concluded, "that before long my dear eldest daughter will prove a valuable amanuensis for me."
"Papa, I am so glad!" she cried, her cheeks flushing and her eyes sparkling. "Oh, there is nothing else in the world that I enjoy so much as being a help and comfort to my dear, dear father!"
"My precious little daughter," he responded, "words cannot express the love your father feels for you. Now there is one letter that I wish to write with my own hand, and while I am doing that you may amuse yourself in any way you like."
"May I read this, papa?" she asked, taking up a magazine.
"Yes," he said, and she went quietly from the room with it in her hand.
She seated herself on the back veranda, read a short story, then stole softly back to the library door to see if her father had finished his letter so that she might talk to him.
But some one else was there; a stranger she thought, though she did not get a view of his face.
She paused on the threshold, uncertain whether her father would wish her to be present at the interview, and at that instant he spoke, apparently in reply to something his caller had said, and his words riveted her to the spot.
"No," he said, in stern tones, "had I been here my daughter would never have been sent back to your school. She was most unjustly and shamefully treated by that fiery little Italian, and you, sir, upheld him in it.
When I am at hand no daughter of mine shall be struck by another man, or woman either, with impunity, and Foresti may deem himself fortunate in that I was at a distance when he ventured to commit so great an outrage upon my child."
Lulu waited to hear no more, but ran back to the veranda, where she danced about in a tumult of delight, clapping her hands and saying exultingly to herself, "I just knew papa wouldn"t have made me go back to that horrid school and take lessons of that brute of a man. Oh, I do wish he had been here! How much it would have saved me! If my father is strict and stern sometimes, he"s ever so much better and kinder than Grandpa Dinsmore. Yes, yes, indeed, he"s such a dear father! I wouldn"t exchange him for any other, if I could."
Presently she suddenly ceased her jumping and dancing, and stood in an intently listening att.i.tude.
"Yes, he"s going--that horrid professor! I"m so glad! I don"t believe he"ll ever trouble this house again, while papa is in it any way," she said half aloud.
Then running to meet her father as he returned from seeing the professor to the door, she threw her arms round him, exclaiming in a voice quivering with delight. "Oh, you dear, dear papa, I"m so glad, so glad to know that you wouldn"t have made me go back to that horrid music teacher! I felt sure at the time that you wouldn"t, if you were here."
He heard her with a look of astonishment not unmixed with sternness.
"O papa, please don"t be angry with me!" she pleaded, tears starting to her eyes; "I didn"t mean to listen, but I happened to be at the library door (I was going back to see if you were done writing that letter and I might be with you again) when you told Professor Manton that you wouldn"t have sent me back to Signor Foresti, nor even to his school. It made me so glad, papa, but I didn"t stop to hear any more, but ran away to the veranda again; because I knew it wouldn"t be right for me to listen to what wasn"t intended for me to hear."
He took her hand, led her into the library again, drew her to a seat upon his knee, and softly smoothing back the hair from her forehead, said in kind, fatherly tones, "I am not displeased with you, daughter.
I understand that it was quite accidental, and I am sure my little girl is entirely above the meanness of intentionally listening to what is evidently not meant for her ear. And in fact, now that I think of it, I am not sorry that you know I did not, and do not now, approve of the treatment you received at that time. Yet that was the first time I had ever mentioned it to any one, and I should be sorry to have your Grandpa Dinsmore know, or suspect, how entirely I disapproved of what he thought best to do at the time. Can, and will, my little daughter promise to keep the secret? never mentioning it to any one but me?"
"Yes, indeed, papa," she returned, looking up brightly into his face.
"Oh, it"s nice to be trusted by you, and not even threatened with punishment if I disobey!"
"I am happy to think that is by no means necessary," he said, drawing her into a closer embrace. "I believe my little girl loves her father well enough to do of her own free will what she knows he would have her do."
"Yes, indeed, papa," she answered earnestly; "and do you know, it seems a great pleasure to have a secret along with you. But, papa, why did you write--after I had confessed it all to you--as if you were so much displeased with me that you couldn"t let me stay any longer at Ion after you had found another place to put me?"
"My child, as I had put you under Grandpa Dinsmore"s care, it was your duty to submit to his orders till I could be heard from in regard to the matter. You should therefore have gone back, not only to the school, but to the music teacher, when he directed you to do so; you were disobeying me in refusing, and also showing great ingrat.i.tude to the kind friends who were doing so much for you without your having the slightest claim upon them."
"Papa, I am very sorry and ashamed," she murmured low and tremulously, hanging her head and blushing deeply as she spoke; "I almost want you to punish me well for it yet."
"No, daughter, that account was settled long ago," he said in kindly, rea.s.suring accents, "fully settled, and I have no desire to open it again."
"But, oh, papa," she sighed, "sometimes I do feel so afraid I may get into a pa.s.sion with somebody about something while we"re here this winter, with all the Ion folks, that--that I believe I want you to say you will punish me very severely if I do."