Capt. Raymond went to the library to busy himself with some
correspondence first, afterwards with books and papers. He had one of
these last in his hand, a pile of them on the table before him, when,
from the open doorway into the hall, Lulu's voice asked,--

"Papa, may I come in? are you very busy?"

"Not too busy to be glad of my little girl's company," he said, glancing
up from his paper with a pleasant smile. "Come and sit on my knee."

She availed herself of the invitation with joyful haste.

"I thought you were taking a nap," he remarked, as he put his arm round
her, and kissed the ruby lips she held up in mute request.

"So I was, papa; but you didn't intend me to sleep all the afternoon,
did you?" she asked, with a gleeful laugh, and nestling closer to him.

"No, hardly," he returned, joining in her mirth: "so much sleep in the
daytime would be apt to interfere with your night's rest. I want you all
to have sufficient sleep in the twenty-four hours to keep you in health
of body and mind, but should be very sorry to have you become
sluggards,--so fond of your beds as to waste time in drowsing there,
that should be spent in the exercise and training of body or mind. What
have you been doing besides napping?"

"Enjoying my lovely, lovely rooms, papa, and examining the closets and
wardrobe and bureau, to find out just where all my things have been
put."