"Yes," he said, bending down and kissing first her cheek, and then the
babe's, "I feel that God has indeed been very good to me in bestowing
upon me two such treasures as these."

"What is his name, papa?" she asked.

"He has none yet, my dear."

"Then, papa, do let him be named Horace, for you; won't you if mamma
is willing? And then I hope he will grow up to be just like you; as
handsome and as good."

"I should like him to be a great deal better, daughter," he answered
with a grave smile; "and about the name--I don't know yet; I should
prefer some other, but your mamma seems to want that, and I suppose
she has the best right to name him; but we will see about it."

"Better give little marster to me now, Miss Elsie," remarked his
nurse, stepping up, "I reckon your little arms begin to feel tired."
And taking the babe she carried him from the room.

Nothing could have better pleased Mr. Dinsmore than Elsie's joyous
welcome to her little brother; though it was scarcely more than he had
expected.

"My own darling child; my dear, dear little daughter," he said, taking
her in his arms and kissing her again and again. "Elsie, dearest, you
are very precious to your father's heart."