struck dumb with astonishment. Then, "Elsie!" she exclaimed, "I can't
believe it; you are only jesting."

Elsie shook her head with a low, musical, happy laugh.

"He's splendid, I don't deny that; but then--only think--your father's
most intimate friend from boyhood up; and almost as old."

"Some people seem like wine--to improve with age. But Mr. Travilla is not
old to me now. He has been standing still, I believe, while I have grown
up to him."

"And you really are in love with him?"

"He has all my heart, all the love I could give to any one, and I respect,
honor, and trust him as I do no one else but my father."

"And that reminds me; I was so afraid your father would not let you come
to see me. But--you are your own mistress now, of course."

"Papa tells me so sometimes," laughed Elsie, "and yet I know he would be
greatly surprised should I take the liberty of doing anything he would not
approve. I asked his permission to come, and he not only gave consent but
brought me himself."

"That was good in him; but I hope he won't hurry you away. I want to hear
about your European conquests, and have ever so much to say besides."

"No, he has kindly promised me time for a long talk. Besides, I can ride
over any day and supplement it with another."