“No, you don’t even like to obey your father,” he said with a sigh.  “Max and Gracie together do not give me half the anxiety that you do by your wilful temper.”

“Why, can’t I do as I please as well as grown people?” she asked in a more subdued tone.

“Even grown people have to obey,” said her father.  “I am now expecting orders from the government, and must obey them when they come.  I must obey my superior officers, and the officers and men under me must obey me.  So must my children.  God gave you to me and requires me to train you up in His fear and service to the best of my ability.  I should not be doing that if I allowed you to read such hurtful trash as that I just took from you.”

“It was Max’s, papa, and I promised to give it back.  What shall I say when he asks me for it?”

“Tell him to come to me about it.”

“Papa——­”

“Well, what is it?” he asked, as she paused and hesitated.

“Please, papa, don’t punish him.  You never told him not to buy or read such things, did you?”

“No; and I think he would not have done so in defiance of a prohibition from me.  So I shall not punish him.  But I am pleased that you should plead for him.  I am very glad that my children all love one another.”

“Yes, indeed we do, papa!” she said, “And we all love you, and you love Max and Gracie very much, and——­”

“And Lulu also,” he said, putting his arm about her and drawing her closer to his side, as she paused with quivering lip and downcast eyes.

“As much as you do Max and Gracie?” she asked brokenly, hiding her face on his shoulder.  “You said just now I was naughtier than both of them put together.”

“Yet you are my own dear child, and it is precisely because I love you so dearly that I am so distressed over your quick temper and wilfulness.  I fear that if not conquered they will cause great unhappiness to yourself as well as to your friends.  I want you to promise me, daughter, that you will try to conquer them, asking God to help you.”

“I will, papa,” she said, with unwonted humility; “but, oh, I wish you were going to stay with us!  It’s easier to be good with you than with anybody else.”

“I am sorry, indeed, that I cannot,” he said, rising and taking her hand.  “Come, we must go back to the house now.”

They moved along in silence for a little, then Lulu said, with an affectionate look up into her father’s face, “Papa, I do so like to walk this way!”

“How do you mean?” he asked, smiling kindly upon her.

“With my hand in yours, papa.  You know I haven’t often had the chance.”

“No, my poor child,” he sighed, “that is one of the deprivations to which a seaman and his family have to submit.”

“Well,” said the little girl, lifting his hand to her lips, “I’d rather have you for my father than anybody else, for all that.”

At that he bent down and kissed her with a smile full of pleasure and fatherly affection.