Violet had not thought of it in this way before, but she was effectually
silenced, and objected no more at anything he chose to do for her.
One rainy morning, they had an unusually merry time over a humorous
story which Mr. Lawrence read to them.
"What a jolly time we are having, papa!" Bertha remarked, with a
long-drawn breath of content, when the story was concluded.
"You are right, pet, and I only hope you will always be as happy," her
father returned, fondly, as he stroked her glossy hair.
"Of course, I am sorry that Miss Huntington's arm had to be broken," the
child continued, naively, "but we have had such a delightful time during
these last three weeks that I wish it could always last, don't you?"
"It would be very pleasant, Bertha," said her father, musingly.
"I think we three make just the nicest chums," the little miss went on;
"wouldn't it be fine if we could stay so and always be together?"
Mr. Lawrence's fine eyes were resting upon the fair face of his child's
governess at that moment, and there was a strangely wistful look in
them, a tender, tremulous expression about his handsome mouth, also.
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