what I can to help those poor, bereaved ones."

"I am very glad my little girl is unselfish enough to desire to do so," he
responded. He passed a hand tenderly over her golden curls as he spoke,
and kissed her again and again with warmth of affection.

"Do you want to join the others on the deck?" he asked presently, "or
would you rather go at once to your bed and rest? You are looking very
weary."

"I am tired, papa," she replied, "but I think that to lie in one of the
steamer chairs on deck, and listen to the talk, will rest me nicely."

"You may do so for an hour or two," he said. "I will help you up there;
but when the others scatter--as they probably will by that time--I want
you to go to your bed and try to get a good, long night's sleep. I must
take good care of my feeble, delicate little girl that she may gain, and
not lose, by this trip to the North and visit to the World's Fair."

He took her in his arms as he spoke, carried her to the deck and deposited
her in a vacant lounging chair, then seated himself by her side and took
Neddie on his knee.

Violet was on her husband's other side, and Dr. Conly and his Marian near
at hand on the farther side of Grace.

"You are looking weary, little cousin," he remarked, giving her a
searching look; "so weary that were I asked for a prescription it should
be an early retirement to your berth, to be followed by a long night's
rest. However, I suppose you are Harold's patient now."