"But your coming will do her a world of good. Where is
Travilla?"
"Here, and quite at your service," replied Mr. Travilla's cheery voice, as
he came in from the garden with his little daughter in his arms.
He set her down, and while he exchanged greetings with Mr. Dinsmore, she
ran to her mother with a bouquet of lovely sweet-scented spring blossoms
they had been gathering "for mamma."
"Thank you, mother's darling," Elsie said, accepting the gift and tenderly
caressing the giver; "you and papa, too. But see who is here?"
The child turned to look, and with a joyous cry "G'anpa!" ran into his
outstretched arms.
"Grandpa's own wee pet," he said, hugging the little form close and
covering the baby face with kisses. "Will you come and live with grandpa
in his home for awhile?"
"Mamma? papa too?" she asked, turning a wistful look on them.
"Oh, yes; yes indeed, mamma and papa too."
"Baby?"
"Yes, baby and mammies and all. Will you come?"
"May Elsie, mamma?"
"Yes, pet; we will all go, if your papa is willing." And her soft eyes
sought her husband's face with a look of love and confidence that said she
well knew he would never deny her any good in his power to bestow.
"I have been proposing to my daughter to take possession again, for as
long a time as she finds it convenient and agreeable, of her old suite of
rooms at the Oaks.
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