"
"That old tyrant, eh?" he repeated, stooping to take a kiss from the sweet
lips, and to bestow one on the wee face resting on her bosom.
"Yes, you know you are," she answered, her eyes contradicting her words;
"the idea of you forbidding me to lift my own baby!"
"My baby, my little friend," he said gayly.
Elsie laughed a low, silvery, happy laugh, musical as a chime of bells.
"Our baby," she corrected. "But you have not spoken to papa."
"Ah, we said good-morning out in the avenue. Dinsmore, since we are all
three here together now, suppose we get Elsie's decision in regard to that
matter we were consulting about."
"Very well."
"What matter?" she asked, looking a little curious.
"A business affair," replied her husband, taking a seat by her side.
"I have a very good offer for your New Orleans property, daughter," said
Mr. Dinsmore; "shall I accept it?"
"Do you think it advisable, papa? and you, Edward? I have great confidence
in your judgments."
"We do; we think the money could be better and more safely invested in
foreign stock; but it is for you to decide, as the property is yours."
"More safely invested? I thought I had heard you both say real estate was
the safest of all investments."
"Usually," replied her father, "but we fear property there is likely to
depreciate in value.
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