thought her father might be spared for years
instead of months, but when one of his attacks of pain seized him such
hopes as suddenly sank away. His mind was more free from care, since his
lawyer, Mr. Hackett, had brought his business matters to a satisfactory
state; but his visits to the house were always times of trial. Mrs.
Sherwood would listen to no explanations that would bring to her mind the
thought of her husband's decease. But someone had to stand in the gap, and,
as usual, it was Dexie; she it was to whom Mr. Hackett explained the many
papers and the various transactions to which their contents related.

"What is the matter between you and Traverse, Dexie?" said Mr. Sherwood one
day, as Dexie sat by his side, writing at his dictation. "Never mind about
that story now; I have forgotten how I intended to end the matter. Tell me
what has happened between you two."

"Indeed, papa, there is nothing. Mr. Traverse has probably something else
to take up his attention, and he has been away to New York, I hear, so I
daresay he is too busy to drop in as often as he used to do. Never mind
him; it is a pity not to complete this story when it is so nearly finished.
Let me read what I have written down, then perhaps you will remember what
you were going to do with this singular young lady."

"Oh, no! Put the thing out of sight! I'm sick and tired of her already. I
miss Traverse, Dexie, and if you have had a quarrel, make it up for my
sake. He brings a world of sunshine with him when he comes."

"We have not quarrelled, papa; that is not the reason he has not been in.
But I will tell Gussie to ask him to come in to-night; she will see him at
the T. and B. rooms."

"Why can't you ask him yourself, Dexie? Queer that he has not been in
lately! There was never a day but he would run in for a few minutes during
some part of it; so ask him yourself to come in and see me."

"I am not going out to-night, papa dear, but I will write him a note, if
you say so," and she drew some tiny sheets from among the scattered MS.
that filled the desk.

"Do so, then, and tell him to come in as early as he can."

"There, how will that do, papa?" and she passed the few lines for his
inspection.

"Well, it couldn't be said in fewer words; that's a fact," he said, looking
at her curiously. "Look here, Dexie, out with it. What has happened to you?
Don't try to hide it; for I'm not stone-blind yet," and he pinched her pink
ear, and pulled her