Holidays at Roselands by Martha Finley
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"No," he said, decidedly, and she dared not say another word; but she was
sadly disappointed, and the tears sprang to her eyes, and presently one rolled down and fell upon her lap. He saw it, and giving her a glance of mingled surprise and displeasure, put her back upon the sofa again, and returned to his paper. She burst into sobs and tears at that, and laying her head down upon the cushion, cried bitterly. Her father took no notice for a little while; then said, very gravely, "Elsie, if you are crying because I have put you off my knee, that is not the way to get back again. I must have _cheerful_ submission from my little girl, and it was precisely _because_ you were crying that I put you down." "Please take me again, papa, and I won't cry any more," she answered, wiping her eyes. He took her in his arms again, and she nestled close to him, and laid her head down on his breast with a sigh of satisfaction. "You _must_ learn not to cry when I do not see fit to acquiesce in your wishes, my daughter," he said, stroking her hair. "I do not think you quite well enough yet to go to church; and to-morrow bids fair to be a stormy day. But I hope by next Sabbath you may be able to go." Elsie tried to submit cheerfully to her father's decision, but she looked forward very anxiously all the week to the next Sabbath. When it came, to her great delight, she was permitted to attend church, and the next |
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