"Papa," said Grace, overhearing the last sentence, "I would not have Lu
miss the pleasant evening on shore on my account. I will go directly to
bed and probably fall asleep at once."

"As I hope and believe Lucilla will also," he returned, with a glance of
grieved displeasure bestowed upon his eldest daughter, which sent a
remorseful pang to her heart.

"Oh, father, don't be vexed with me," she entreated low and tremulously,
putting a hand into his as she spoke; "I am glad that I am under your
orders; I am, indeed, and would not for anything leave dear Gracie alone."

"I am sure of it, daughter," he returned, pressing the hand affectionately
as he spoke. "Also I think that to-morrow you will be thankful to me that
you have had a rest from exertion and excitement."

"Yes, papa, I always find that your way is best, and I am very glad and
thankful that I have such a kind, wise father."

"Well, Lu, did you get leave to go?" asked Rosie as Lucilla rejoined the
circle of young people. "No; papa wishes me to stay here and get to bed
early that I may be well rested for to-morrow's exertion in seeing the
sights of the White City," Lucilla answered in a lively, cheerful tone,
that seemed to indicate entire satisfaction with her father's decision.
She was in fact so remorseful over her momentary exhibition of wilfulness
that she felt as if she no longer cared for anything but to convince her
dearly loved father of her penitence on account of it, and her desire to
do exactly as he directed.