a," she said, coloring deeply, and dropping her
eyes on the carpet.

"You shall have it, at any rate," he replied, laying his hand gently on
her drooping head; "and now you can finish the 'Lady of the Lake' this
afternoon, if you like. His prose works I may perhaps give you at some
future day; but I do not choose you should read them for some years to
come. But now we will lay this book aside for the present, and have
our morning chapter together."

They had finished their devotions, and she was sitting on his knee,
waiting for the breakfast-bell to ring.

"When did you find an opportunity to work these without letting me into
the secret?" he asked, extending his foot, and turning it from side to
side to look at his slipper. "It puzzles me to understand it, since I
know that for weeks past you have scarcely been an hour out of my sight
during the day--not since you were well enough to sew," he said, smiling
down at her.

There was an expression of deep gravity, almost amounting to sadness, on
Elsie's little face, that surprised her father a good deal.

"All, papa!" she murmured, "it makes me feel sad, and glad, too, to look
at those slippers."

"Why, darling?" he asked in a tender tone.

"Because, papa, I worked almost the whole of them last summer, in those
sorrowful days when I was all alone. I thought I was going to die, papa,
for I was sure I could not live very long without you to love me, and I
wanted to make something for you that would remind you of your little
girl when she was gone, and perhaps convince you that she did really
love you, although she seemed so naughty and rebellious,"

The tears were streaming down her cheeks, and there was a momentary
struggle to keep down a rising sob; and then she added--

"I finished them since I came here, papa, a little at a time, whenever
you were not with me."

He was deeply moved. "My poor darling!" he sighed, drawing her closer to
him, and caressing her tenderly, "those were sad days to us both, and
though I _then_ persuaded myself that I was doing my duty toward you, if
you had been taken away from me I could never have forgiven myself, or
known another happy moment. But God has treated me with undeserved
mercy."

After breakfast the house-servants were all called in to family
worship, as usual; and when that had been attended to, Elsie uncovered
a large basket which stood on a side-table, and with a face beaming
with delight, distributed the Christmas