the world; in danger from the treacherous deep and maybe from savages,
too, in some of those far-away places where his vessel would touch; and
so the separation might be for years or forever in this world; and if
she continued to be the bad girl she could not help acknowledging to
herself she now was, how dared she hope to be with her Christian father
in another life? She had no doubt that he was a Christian; it was
evident from his daily walk and conversation; and she was equally
certain that she herself was not.

And what a kind, affectionate father he had always been to her; she grew
more and more remorseful as she thought of it; and if he had been beside
her at that moment would certainly have confessed all the wrong-doing of
the day and asked forgiveness.

But he was probably in bed now; all was darkness and silence in the
house; so she lay still, and presently forgot all vexing thought in
sound, refreshing sleep.

When she awoke again the morning sun was shining brightly, and her mood
had changed.

The wrong-doings of the previous day were the merest trifles, and it
would really be quite ridiculous to go and confess them to her father;
she supposed, indeed was quite sure, that ha would be better pleased
with her if she made some acknowledgment of sorrow for the fault for
which he had punished her; but the very thought of doing so was so
galling to her pride that she was stubbornly determined not to do
anything of the kind.

She was thinking it all over while dressing, and trying hard to believe