t thought of two things I want to
talk to you about."

"Very well; let me hear them."

"The first is about my being so naughty at Viamede," she went on,
hanging her head, and blushing deeply; "in such a passion at Signor
Foresti, and so obstinate and disobedient to grandpa Dinsmore."

"I was very sorry to hear of it all," he said gravely: "but what about
it?"

"Don't you have to punish me for it?" she asked, half under her breath.

"No: the punishment I gave you the other night settled all accounts up
to that date."

She breathed more freely.

"Papa, would you have made me go back to that horrid man after he struck
me?"

"It is not worth while to consider that question at this late day. Now,
what else?" he asked.

"Papa, I spoiled one of those valuable books of engravings belonging to
grandpa Dinsmore; no, I didn't exactly spoil it myself, but I took it
out on the veranda without leave, and carelessly left it where Rosie's
dog could get at it; and he scratched and gnawed and tore it, till it is
almost ruined."

"I shall replace it at once," he said. "I am sorry you were so careless,
and particularly that you took the book out there without permission;
but that was not half so bad as flying into a passion, even if you hurt
nothing or no one but yourself."

"But I did get into a passion, papa, at the dog and at Rosie," she
acknowledged, in a frightened tone, and blushing more deeply than
before.

"I am deeply grieved to hear it," he said.

"And won't you have to punish me for that, and for getting the book
spoiled?"

"No: didn't I tell you just now that all accounts were settled up to the
other night?"

"Papa, you're very, very kind," she said, putting her arm round his
neck, and laying her head on his shoulder.

"I am very glad, that, with all her faults, my dear little daughter is
so truthful and so open with me," he said, smoothing her hair.

"Papa, I'm ever so sorry you'll have to pay so much money to replace
that book," she said. "But--you often give me some pocket-money,
and--won't you please keep all you would give me till it counts up
enough to pay for the book?"

"It is a right feeling, a feeling that pleases me, which prompts you to
make that request," he said in a kind tone, and pressing his lips to her
cheek; "and probably another time I may let you pay for such a piece of
carelessness, but you need not in this instance. I feel rich enough to
spare the money quite easily for that and