attle with pride and passion, in which
ere-long she came off conqueror.

"Mamma Vi," she said with determination, "I didn't deserve it either, and
I'm sorry, too, for being angry at your grandfather and saucy to him."

"Dear child," said Violet, drawing her to her side and kissing her with
affectionate warmth, "how glad I am to hear you say that. May I repeat
your words to grandpa as a message from you?"

Again Lulu had a struggle with herself, and perhaps it was only the
thought that this was the easiest way to make an apology, which would
probably be required of her sooner or later, that helped her to conquer.

Her entry in her diary in regard to the occurrence was, "I was a little
saucy to Grandpa Dinsmore because he was hard on Max for just a little bit
of a trifle, but I've said I'm sorry, and it's all right now."

* * * * *

Edward and his grandfather having a business matter to talk over together,
repaired to the library on leaving the table, and Zoe, instead of going,
as usual, to the parlor with the others, went to her own rooms.

She had seen Violet, who was a little in advance of her, going into hers,
and only waiting to take a little package from a closet, she ran lightly
up to Max's door, tapped gently on it, then in her eagerness, opened it
slightly, with a whispered, "It's only I, Max. May I come in?"

"Yes, indeed," he answered, springing forward to admit her and hand her a
chair. "How good in you to come, Aunt Zoe!"

"No, I did it to please myself. You know you've always been a favorite
with me, Max, and I want to know what this is all about."

Max told her.

"It's a perfect shame!" she exclaimed indignantly. "I can't see the least
bit of harm in your going to the store and buying what you did. You
weren't even wasting the pocket money that you had a right to spend as you
pleased. Grandpa Dinsmore is a--a--rather tyrannical, I think."

"It does seem hard to have so little liberty," Max said, discontentedly,
"but I don't know that he's any more strict, after all, than papa."

"Well, I must run away now," said Zoe, jumping up. "Here's something to
sweeten your imprisonment," putting a box of confectionery into his hand.
"Good-by," and she tripped away.

She met her husband in the hall upon which their rooms opened. "Where have
you been?" he asked coldly, and with a suspicious look.

"That's my affair," she returned, flushing, and with a saucy little toss
of h