“I don’t see what you mean by talking so to me,” exclaimed Lulu, passionately; “but I think you are a Pharisee—­making yourself out so much better than I am!”

The call to supper interrupted them just there, and perhaps saved them from a down-right quarrel.

Lulu had no appetite for the meal, and it seemed to her that the others would never have done eating; then that they lingered unusually long about the house before starting for their accustomed evening rendezvous—­the beach; for she was on thorns all the time.

At last some one made a move, and catching a look from her father which she alone saw or understood, she slipped unobserved into her bedroom and waited there with a fast beating heart.

She heard him say to Violet, “Don’t wait for me, my love; I have a little matter to attend to here, and will follow you in the course of half an hour.”

“Anything I can help you with?” Violet asked.

“Oh, no, thank you,” he said, “I need no assistance.”

“A business letter to write, I presume,” she returned laughingly.  “Well, don’t make it too long, for I grudge every moment of your time.”

With that she followed the others, and all was quiet except for the captain’s measured tread, for he was slowly pacing the room to and fro.

Impatient, impetuous Lulu did not know how to endure the suspense; she seemed to herself like a criminal awaiting execution.  Softly she opened the door and stepped out in front of her father, stopping him in his walk.

“Papa,” she said, with pale, trembling lips, looking beseechingly up into his face, “whatever you are going to do to me, won’t you please do it at once and let me have it over?”

He took her hand and, sitting down, drew her to his side, putting his arm around her.

“My little daughter,” he said very gravely, but not unkindly, “my responsibility in regard to your training weighs very heavily on my mind; it is plain to me that you will make either a very good and useful woman, or one who will be a curse to herself and others; for you are too energetic and impulsive, too full of strong feeling to be lukewarm and indifferent in anything.

“You are forming your character now for time and for eternity, and I must do whatever lies in my power to help you to form it aright; for good and not for evil.  You inherit a sinful nature from me, and have very strong passions which must be conquered or they will prove your ruin.  I fear you do not see the great sinfulness of their indulgence, and that it may be that I am partly to blame for that in having passed too lightly over such exhibitions of them as have come under my notice:  in short, that perhaps if I had been more justly severe with your faults you would have been more thoroughly convinced of their heinousness and striven harder and with greater success to conquer them.

“Therefore, after much thought and deliberation, and much prayer for guidance and direction, I have fully decided that I ought to punish you severely for the repeated acts of disobedience you have been guilty of in the last few days, and the constant exhibition of ill-temper.