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СКАЧАТЬ he knows best, and I ought not to have listened to a word of that kind about him."

      "O! well, never mind, I won't talk so any more," said Lucy, good-naturedly, as they skipped down the walk together; "but I do think he's cross, and I wish you were my sister, that you might have my kind, good papa for yours too," she added, drawing her arm more closely about her friend's waist.

      "Thank you, Lucy," said Elsie, with a little sigh, "I would like to be your sister, but indeed I would not like to give up my own dear papa, for I love him, oh! so much."

      "Why, how funny, when he's so cross to you!" exclaimed Lucy, laughing.

      Elsie put her hand over her friend's mouth, and Lucy pushed it away, saying, "Excuse me; I forgot; but I'll try not to say it again."

      While the little girls were enjoying their talk in the garden, a servant with a small bundle in her hand came out on the veranda, where Mr. Horace Dinsmore was sitting smoking a cigar, and, casting an inquiring glance around, asked if he knew where Miss Elsie was?

      "What do you want with her?" he asked.

      "Only to give her dis bundle, massa, dat Pomp jus brought from de city."

      "Give it to me," he said, extending his hand to receive it.

      A few moments afterward Elsie and her friend returned to the house, and meeting Pomp, she asked him if he had brought her candy.

      He replied that he had got some that was very nice indeed, and he thought that Fanny had carried it to her; and seeing Fanny near, he called to her to know what she had done with it.

      "Why, Pomp, Massa Horace he told me to give it to him," said the girl.

      Elsie turned away with a very disappointed look.

      "You'll go and ask him for it, won't you?" asked Lucy, who was anxious to enjoy a share of the candy as well as to see Elsie gratified.

      "No," said Elsie, sighing, "I had rather do without it."

      Lucy coaxed for a little while, but finding it impossible to persuade Elsie to approach her father on the subject, finally volunteered to do the errand herself.

      Elsie readily consented, and Lucy, trembling a little in spite of her boast that she was not afraid of him, walked out on to the veranda where Mr. Dinsmore was still sitting, and putting on an air of great confidence, said:

      "Mr. Dinsmore, will you please to give me Elsie's candy? she wants it."

      "Did Elsie send you?" he asked in a cold, grave tone.

      "Yes, sir," replied Lucy, somewhat frightened.

      "Then, if you please, Miss Lucy, you may tell Elsie to come directly to me."

      Lucy ran back to her friend, and Elsie received the message in some trepidation, but as no choice was now left her, she went immediately to her father.

      "Did you want me, papa?" she asked timidly.

      "Yes, Elsie; I wish to know why you send another person to me for what you want, instead of coming yourself. It displeases me very much, and you may rest assured that you will never get anything that you ask for in that way."

      Elsie hung her head in silence.

      "Are you going to answer me?" he asked, in his severe tone. "Why did you send Lucy instead of coming yourself?"

      "I was afraid, papa," she whispered, almost under her breath.

      "Afraid! afraid of what?" he asked, with increasing displeasure.

      "Of you, papa," she replied, in a tone so low that he could scarcely catch the words, although he bent down his ear to receive her reply.

      "If I were a drunken brute, in the habit of knocking you about, beating and abusing you, there might be some reason for your fear, Elsie," he said, coloring with anger; "but, as it is, I see no excuse for it at all and I am both hurt and displeased by it."

      "I am very sorry, papa; I won't do so again," she said, tremblingly.

      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 passed 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 God, 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 СКАЧАТЬ