He did not reprove her, though, as he once would have done; but seeming not to notice her ill-humor, exerted himself to soothe and amuse her, by talking in a cheerful strain of other matters; and in a very few moments all traces of it had disappeared, and she was answering him in her usual pleasant tone.

They had both been silent for several minutes, when she said, “Please, papa, put your head close down to me, I want to say something to you.”

He complied, and putting her little arm around his neck, she said, in a very humble tone, “Dear papa, I was very naughty and cross just now; and I think I have been cross several times lately; and you have been so good and kind not to reprove or punish me, as I deserved.  Please, papa, forgive me; I am very sorry, and I will try to be a better girl.”

He kissed her very tenderly.

“I do forgive you freely, my little one,” he said, “I know it seemed hard to give up the story just there, but it was for your good, and you must try always to believe that papa knows best.  You are very precious to your father’s heart, Elsie, but I am not going to spoil my little girl because I love her so dearly; nor because I have been so near losing her.”

His voice trembled as he pronounced the last words, and for a moment emotion kept him silent.  Then he went on again.

“I shall never again bid you do violence to your conscience, my daughter, but to all the commands which I do lay upon you I shall still expect and require the same ready and cheerful obedience that I have heretofore.  It is my duty to require, and yours to yield it.”

“Yes, papa, I know it is,” she said with a little sigh, “but, it is very difficult sometimes to keep from wanting to have my own way.”

“Yes, darling, I know it, for I find it so with myself,” replied her father gently; “but we must, ask God to help us to give up our own wills, and be satisfied to do and have what we ought, rather than what we would like.”

“I will, papa,” she whispered, hugging him tighter and tighter.  “I am so glad you teach me that.”

They were quite quiet again for a little while.  She was running her fingers through his hair.

“Oh, papa!” she exclaimed, “I see two or three white hairs!  I am so sorry!  I don’t want you to get old.  What made these come so soon, papa?”

He did not reply immediately, but, taking her in his arms, held her close to his heart.  It was beating very fast.

Suddenly she seemed to comprehend.

“Was it because you were afraid I was going to die, papa?” she asked.

“Yes, dearest, and because I had reason, to think that my own cruelty had killed you.”

The words were almost inaudible, but she heard them.

“Dear dear papa, how I love you!” she said, putting her arms around his neck again; “and I am so glad, for your sake, that I did not die.”