that he advertised for a governess to superintend her studies and
her daily deportment.

"What was mamma like?" asked Dawn of her father one evening as they
sat in the moonlight together, "was she like the twilight?"

He turned upon the child with admiration, for to him nothing in
nature could better be likened unto his lost and lovely Alice.

"Yes, darling," he said, kissing her again and again, "mamma was
just like the twilight--sweet, tender, and soothing."

"Then I am not at all like mamma?" she remarked, a little sadly.

"And why?"

"Because I am strong and full of life. I always feel as though it
was just daylight. I never feel tired, papa, I only feel hushed."

"Heaven grant my daughter may never be weary," he said, and stooped
to kiss her, while he brushed away a tear which started as he did
so.

"I shall never be weary while I have you, papa. You will never leave
me, will you?"

"I hope to be spared many years to guard and love my charge."

A few days after, Dawn was surprised to find the governess, of whom
her father had spoken, in the library, and her father with his