"Ah? Well, dear child, that's enough for me," he said, in the same low
tone.
"But, Lottie," she remarked aloud, "you are tying on your hat. Won't you
stay?"
"Not to-night, thank you, Mrs. Travilla," answered the gay girl in her
merry, lively tones.
"You are to be at the Oaks to-morrow, and perhaps I--well, we can settle
the time there."
"And you, auntie?"
"Why, dearie, I think you'd better get your housekeeping a little used to
your ways first. And it's better for starting out that young folks should
be alone."
Mr. Dinsmore had stepped into the hall for his hat, and while the other
ladies were making their adieus to her new mother, Elsie stole softly
after him.
"My good-night kiss, papa," she whispered, putting her arms about his
neck.
"My dear darling! my precious, precious child! how glad I am to be able to
give it to you once more, and to take my own from your own sweet lips," he
said, clasping her closer. "God bless you and keep you, and ever cause His
face to shine upon you."
CHAPTER EIGHTEENTH.
"O what passions then
What melting sentiments of kindly care,
On the new parents seize."
--THOMPSON'S AGAMEMNON.
"There is none
In all this cold and hollow world, no fount
Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within
A mother's heart!"
--MRS.
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