The little girl giggled as she stole a glance at her mother's face; then she ran quickly to her father's side and nestled her hand in his. "I'm always good when you're here, daddy," she said in a loud, buzzing whisper. "I wish you stayed at home all th' time 'stead of mother." Elizabeth bit her lip with vexation, and Sam laughed aloud, his eyes filled with a teasing light. "That appears to be a counter indictment for you, Betty," he said. "Or--we might call it a demurrer--eh? Come, tell me what's happened to disturb the family peace. I see it's broken all to bits." Elizabeth arose with unsmiling dignity. "Celia would like to clear the table," she said; "I think we had better go into the sitting-room." She did not offer either accusation or explanation after they were all seated about the blazing wood fire, which the Brewsters were agreed in terming their one extravagance; for a few moments no one spoke. "I really hate to go into this matter of naughty deeds just now," began Sam, stretching his slippered feet to the warmth with an air of extreme comfort. "Couldn't we--er--quash the proceedings; or---- See here, I'll tell you; suppose we issue an injunction and bind over all young persons in this house to keep the peace. Well, now, won't that do, Betty?" "I'm really afraid it won't, Sam," said Elizabeth firmly. "I didn't punish Doris for what she did this afternoon. It seemed to me that it would be better for her to tell you about it herself. Something ought to be done to prevent it from happening again; perhaps you will know what that something is." Her face was grave, and she did not choose to meet the twinkle in her husband's eyes. He lifted his daughter to his knee. "It's up to you, Dorry," he said; "I'm all attention. Come, out with it. Tell daddy all about it." He passed his hand caressingly over her mane of silken hair and bent his tall head to look into her abashed eyes. Thus encouraged the little girl nestled back into the circle of the strong arms which held her, dimpling with anticipated triumph. "I was playin' mother," she began, "an' Carroll was my husban', an' Baby Dick was my child. An'--an' Dick was naughty. He wouldn't mind me when I told him to stop playin' with his cars an' come to mother. I spoke real kind an' gentle, too: 'Put down your train an' come to mother, darlin',' I said. But he jus' wouldn't, daddy. He said, 'No; I won't!' jus' like that he said." "Hum!" commented her father. "And what did you do then?" "Well, you see, daddy, I was p'tendin' I was Mrs. Stanford; so 'course I was 'bliged to punish Dick for not mindin'. I got mother's butter-paddle an' I whipped him real hard, an' I said 'it hurts mother more 'n it hurts you, darlin'!' Robbie says that's what his mother says when she whips him. He says he don't b'lieve it. But Dick wasn't good after I whipped him. He jus' turned 'round an' pulled my hair an' screamed--with both han's he pulled it an' jerked it; then I--I bit him." "You--_what_, Doris?"