"You are awake, I see," he said.

"Yes, papa; and I'm sorry I was naughty."

"You understand why I sent you to bed? and why I refused to grant your
request?"

"Yes, sir; you can't trust me to pay that visit, because of my bad
temper; and you sent me to bed for disobeying you, by asking again,
after you had told me to say no more about it."

"Yes: you must learn to be more obedient, less wilful. Did you obey me
about going immediately to bed?" he asked, drawing up a chair, and
seating himself close beside her.

"Yes, papa,--just as quickly as I could get ready."

"I hope you did not neglect to kneel down and ask forgiveness of God?"
he said inquiringly, in a gentle, tender tone, bending over her, and
smoothing her hair as he spoke. "You do not need to be told, that, when
you are rebellious and disobedient to your earthly father, you are so
toward your heavenly Father also; because he bids you 'honor thy father
and thy mother.'"

"Yes, papa, I know; I did ask him; and won't you forgive me too?"

"Yes," he said, giving her a kiss. "I am sorry to have to deprive you of
the pleasure of accepting that invitation, but I cannot yet trust you
anywhere away from me; and it was to spare your feelings that I did not