Holidays at Roselands by Martha Finley
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"I was thinking, papa, that if you will let me, I should like very much to give Arthur a nice present before he goes away. May I?" "You may if you wish," he said, stroking her hair. "Oh, thank you, papa," she answered joyously, "I was half afraid you would not let me; then, if you please, won't you, the next time you go to the city, buy the very handsomest pocket Bible you can find?--and then, if you will write his name and mine in it, and that it is a token of affection from me, I will be so much obliged to you, dear papa." "I will do so, daughter, but I am afraid Arthur will not feel much gratitude to you for such a present." "Perhaps he may like it pretty well, papa, if it is _very handsomely_ bound," she said, rather doubtfully; "at any rate I should like to try. When does he go, papa?" "Day after to-morrow, I believe." "I wish he would come in for a few minutes to see me, and say good-bye; do you think he will, papa?" "I am afraid not," replied her father, shaking his head; "however, I will ask him. But why do you wish to see him?" "I want to tell him that I am not at all vexed or angry with him, and that I feel very sorry for him, because he is obliged to go away all alone amongst strangers, poor fellow!" she sighed. |
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