"Thank you, you dear papa." she said, giving him a hug and kiss. "I
ought to be a very good girl, for you are always so kind to me."

She was up betimes the next morning, eagerly scanning the sky, which, to
her great delight, gave every indication of fair weather for the day.

She hastened to array herself in suitable attire for her trip to the
city,--having consulted grandma Elsie on the subject the night
before,--and had just finished when she heard her father's step in the
hall.

She ran to open the door.

"Good-morning, little daughter," he said with a smile, and stooping to
give her a caress. "I have just been to the telephone. Evelyn will go
with us, and I trust you will both enjoy your day."

"Oh, I know I shall!" she cried: "it will be just delightful! Are we all
to go in the carriage, papa?"

"All but Max: he prefers to ride his pony."

"I should think he would. I'm so glad you gave it to him, papa!" There
was not a trace of envy or jealousy in her look or tone.

"Wouldn't you like to have one?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, indeed, papa! but," hanging her head, and blushing deeply, "I
don't deserve it."