They were patriots and Christians; anxious first of all for the advancement of Christ’s kingdom upon earth, secondly for the welfare and prosperity of the dear land of their birth—­the glorious old Union transmitted to us by our revolutionary fathers.

It was a personal question with each one, “How can I best use for the salvation of my country and the world, the time, talents, influence and money God has entrusted to my keeping.”

They acknowledged themselves stewards of God’s bounty, and as such desired to be found faithful; neglecting neither the work nearest at hand nor that in far distant lands where the people sit in great darkness and the region and shadow of death, that on them the “Sun of righteousness might arise with healing in his wings.”

It had been expected that the guests would stay at Ion till bedtime, but a thaw had set in and ice and snow were fast disappearing from the roads; therefore all departed for their homes directly after an early tea.

Lulu was very quiet during the homeward drive; her thoughts were full of Maud’s surprising assertion in regard to her father’s wealth.

“I wonder if it is really so,” she said to herself.  “I’m tempted to ask papa; but he might not like it, and I wouldn’t want to do anything to vex or trouble him,—­my dear, dear kind father!”

An excellent opportunity for a private chat with him was afforded her shortly after their arrival at home.  The little ones were fretful and Violet went to the nursery with them; Max hastened to his own room to finish a composition he was expected to hand to his father the next morning, Gracie, weary with the excitement of the day, and the long morning drive, went directly to her bed, and having seen her in it, and left her there with a loving good night, the captain and Lulu presently found themselves the only occupants of the library.

Taking possession of a large easy chair, “Come and sit on my knee and tell me how you have enjoyed your day,” he said, giving her a fond fatherly smile.

“Very much indeed, papa,” she answered, accepting his invitation, putting her arm round his neck and laying her cheek to his.

His arm was around her waist.  He drew her closer, saying softly, “My dear, dear little daughter!  I thought you were unusually quiet coming home:  is anything amiss with you?”

“Oh, no, papa!  I’ve had a lovely time all day long.  How kind you were to give us all a holiday and let me go along with the rest of you.”

“Good to myself as well as to you, my darlings; I could have had very little enjoyment leaving you behind.”

“Papa, it’s so nice to have you love me so!” she said, kissing him with ardent affection.  “Oh, I do hope I’ll never, never be very naughty again!”

“I hope not, dear child,” he responded, returning her caresses.  “I hope you feel ready to resume your studies to-morrow, with diligence and painstaking?”