"It does not seem an easy thing to do," sighed Lucilla, "and yet----" But she paused, leaving her sentence unfinished. "Yet what?" asked Grace, turning an inquiring look upon her sister. "Well, I believe I'll tell you," returned Lucilla in a half-hesitating way. "I have always valued father's love oh, so highly, and once when I happened accidentally to overhear something he said to Mamma Vi, it nearly broke my heart--for a while." Her voice quivered with the last words, and she seemed unable to go on for emotion. "Why, Lu, what could it have been?" exclaimed Grace in surprise, and giving her sister a look of mingled love and compassion. With an evident effort Lucilla went on: "It was that she was dearer to him than all his children put together--that he would lose every one of them rather than part with her. It made me feel for a while as if I had lost everything worth having--papa's love for me must be so very slight. But after a long and bitter cry over it I was comforted by remembering what the Bible says, 'Let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself.' And the words of Jesus, 'For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh.' So I could see it was right for my father to love his wife best of all earthly creatures--she being but a part of himself--and besides I could not doubt that he loved me and each one of his children very, very dearly." "Yes, I am sure he does," said Grace, vainly trying to speak in her usual cheery, light-hearted tones. "Oh, Lu, I don't wonder you cried over it. It would just kill me to think papa didn't care very much about me." "Oh, Gracie, he does! I know he does! I am sure he would not hesitate a moment to risk his life for any one of us." "Yes, I am sure of it! and what but his love for you makes him so unwilling to give you up to Chester? I can see that Ches feels it hard to wait, but father certainly has the best of rights to keep his daughters to himself as long as they are under age." "And as much longer as he chooses, so far as I am concerned. I am only too glad that he seems so loath to give me up. My dear, dear father! Words cannot express my love for him or the regret I feel for the rebellious conduct which gave him so much pain and trouble in days long gone by." "Dear Lu," said Grace, "I am perfectly sure our dear father forgave all that long ago."