restraint of feeling.

"Dear papa," she said again, "I hope I shall soon be better, and be
some comfort to you."

"My best--my own--my comfort," he murmured, all he could say without
giving way."

"Baby--is she well?"

"Yes, thank Heaven, she has not suffered at all."

"I heard her this morning, I must see her to-morrow. But don't stay,
dear, dear papa, it is late, and I am sure you are not at all well.
Your arm--is it very much hurt?"

"It is nothing you need think about, my dear. I am much better than
I could have imagined possible."

"And you have been nursing me all the time! Papa, you must let me
take care of you now. Do pray go to bed at once, and get up late.
Nurse will take good care of me. Good-night, dear papa."

When Dr. May had left her, and tried to tell Richard how it had been,
the tears cut him short, and had their free course; but there was
much of thankfulness, for it might be looked on as the restoration of
his daughter; the worst was over, and the next day he was able to
think of other things, had more attention to spare for the rest, and
when the surgeon came, took some professional interest in the
condition of his own arm, inquired after his patients, and even