"Papa, you always want to do right, don't you?" she asked. "I mean, you
like it; and so it's never hard for you as it is for me?"

"No, daughter, it is sometimes very far from being easy and pleasant for
me to do what I feel to be my duty; for instance, when it is to inflict
pain upon you, or another of my dear children, or deny you some
indulgence that you crave. I should like to grant your request of
to-night, if I could feel that it would be right; but I cannot, and
therefore must deny it."

Lulu acquiesced in the decision with a deep sigh, and half hoped that
something--a storm, or even a fit of sickness--might come to prevent her
from having to go to church.

But Sunday morning was as bright and clear as the one before it, and she
in perfect health; so there was no escape from the dreaded ordeal.

She ventured upon no further entreaty, knowing it would be altogether
useless, and quite as much from love to her father, and a real desire to
please him, as from fear of punishment, behaved herself as well as
possible.

But she kept as entirely in the background as she could, not looking at
or speaking to any one unless directly addressed.

No one, however, gave her any reason to suppose her agency in the baby's
accident was known; and she returned to Ion with a lighter heart than
she had carried with her when she went.

She had not seen the baby yet, since its fall, and though longing to do