"
"Well, papa, please do just as you and my husband think best. You both
know far more about these things than I do, and so I should rather trust
your judgment than my own."
"Then I shall make the sale; and I think the time will come when you will
be very glad that I did."
Mr. Dinsmore presently said good-bye and went away, leaving them alone.
"Are not your arms tired, little wife?" asked Mr. Travilla.
"No, dear; ah, it is so sweet to have her little head lying here; to feel
her little form, and know that she is my own, own precious treasure."
He rose, gently lifted her in his arms, put himself in the easy chair and
placed her on his knee.
"Now I have you both. Darling, do you know that I love you better to-day
than I ever did before?"
"Ah, but you have said that many times," she answered, with an arch, yet
tender smile.
"And it is always true. Each day I think my love as great as it can be,
but the next I find it still greater."
"And I have felt angry with you to-day, for the first time since you told
me of your love." Her tone was remorseful and pleading, as though she
would crave forgiveness.
"Angry with me, my dearest? In what can I have offended?" he asked in
sorrowful surprise.
"Papa was saying that he had sometimes been too hard with me, and had
fully deserved the epithet you once bestowed upon him in your righteous
indignation.
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