from wanting to have my own way."

"Yes, darling, I know it, for I find it so with myself," replied her
father gently; "but we must, ask God to help us to give up our own wills,
and be satisfied to do and have what we _ought_, rather than what we
would _like_."

"I will, papa," she whispered, hugging him tighter and tighter. "I am so
glad you teach me that."

They were quite quiet again for a little while. She was running her
fingers through his hair.

"Oh, papa!" she exclaimed, "I see two or three white hairs! I am so
sorry! I don't want you to get old. What made these come so soon, papa?"

He did not reply immediately, but, taking her in his arms, held her close
to his heart. It was beating very fast.

Suddenly she seemed to comprehend.

"Was it because you were afraid I was going to die, papa?" she asked.

"Yes, dearest, and because I had reason, to think that my own cruelty had
killed you."

The words were almost inaudible, but she heard them.

"Dear _dear_ papa, how I love you!" she said, putting her arms around his
neck again; "and I am so glad, for your sake, that I did not die."

He pressed her closer and closer, caressing her silently with a heart too
full for words.

They sat thus for some time, but were at length interrupted by the
entrance of Chloe, who had been left behind at Roselands to attend to the
packing and removal of Elsie's clothes, and all her little possessions.
She had finished her work, and her entrance was immediately followed by
that of the men-servants bearing several large trunks and boxes, the
contents of which she proceeded at once to unpack and rearrange in the
new apartments.

Elsie watched this operation with a good deal of interest, occasionally
directing where this or that article should be put; but in the midst of
it all was carried off by her father to the tea-table.

Soon after tea the servants were all called together, and Mr. Dinsmore,
after addressing a few words to them on the importance of calling upon
God--the blessings promised to those who did, and the curses pronounced
upon those individuals and families who did not--read a chapter from the
Bible and offered up a prayer.

All were solemn and attentive, and all seemed pleased with the
arrangement--for Mr. Dinsmore had told them it was to be the regular
custom of the house, morning and evening--but Elsie, Mrs. Murray, and
Chloe fairly wept for joy and thankfulness.

Elsie begged for another chapter and