Lulu hesitated a moment, then said impetuously, and as if determined to own the truth though it were to pass sentence upon herself, “Yes, papa, honestly I do; though I don’t want you to do it one bit.  But,” she added, “I sha’n’t love you any less if you whip me ever so hard, because I shall know you don’t like to do it, and wouldn’t except for the reason you’ve given.”

“No, indeed, I should not,” he said; “but you are to stay behind to-night when the others go to the beach.”

“Yes, papa, I will,” she answered submissively, but with a perceptible tremble in her voice.

Grace and Max were coming to meet them, so there was no opportunity to talk any more on the subject, and she walked on in silence by her father’s side, trying hard to act and look as if nothing was amiss with her, clinging fast to the hand in which he had taken hers, while Grace took possession of the other.

“You ought to have three hands, papa,” laughed Max a little ruefully.

“Four,” corrected Grace; “for some day little Elsie will be wanting one.”

“I shall have to manage it by taking you in turn,” the captain said, looking down upon them with a fatherly smile.

Violet and some of the other members of their party were still seated where they had left them on the benches under the awning just out of reach of the waves, and thither the captain and his children bent their steps.

Sitting down by his wife’s side, he drew Grace to his knee and Lulu close to his other side, keeping an arm round each while chatting pleasantly with his family and friends.

Lulu was very silent, constantly asking herself, and with no little uneasiness, what he really intended to do with her when, according to his direction, she should stay behind with him after tea while the others returned to the beach.

One thing she was determined on—­that she would if possible obey the order without attracting any one’s notice.  Everybody must have seen how badly she had been behaving, but the thought of that was not half so galling to her pride as the danger of suspicion being aroused that punishment had been meted out to her on account of it.

Max watched her curiously, and took an opportunity, on their return to the house, to say privately to her, “I’m glad you’ve turned over a new leaf, Lu, and begun to behave decently to papa; I’ve wondered over and over again in the last few days that he didn’t take you in hand in a way to convince you that he wasn’t to be trifled with.  It’s my opinion that if you’d been a boy you’d have got a trouncing long before this.”

“Indeed!” she cried, with an angry toss of her head; “I’m glad I’m not a boy if I couldn’t be one without using such vulgar words.”

“Oh, that isn’t such a very bad word,” returned Max, laughing; “but I can tell you, from sad experience, that the thing is bad enough sometimes; I’d be quaking in my shoes if I thought papa had any reason to consider me deserving of one.”