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laying her head on his shoulder; "but you know best, and I am quite willing to do whatever you say."

      "That is right, daughter; my little Elsie is a good, obedient child," he said, pressing her closer to him.

      "When are you going papa?" she asked, her voice trembling a little.

      "To-morrow, directly after dinner, daughter."

      "So soon," she sighed.

      "The sooner I leave you the sooner I shall return, you know, darling," he said, patting her cheek, and smiling kindly on her.

      "Yes, papa; but two weeks seems such a long, long time."

      He smiled. "At your age I suppose it does, but when you are as old as I am, you will think it very short. But to make it pass more quickly, you may write me a little letter every day, and I will send you one just as often."

      "Oh! thank you, papa; that will be so pleasant," she answered, with a brightening countenance. "I do so love to get letters, and I would rather have one from you than from anybody else."

      "Ah? then I think you ought to be willing to spare me for two weeks. I have been thinking my little girl might perhaps be glad of a little extra pocket-money for buying Christmas gifts," he said, taking out his purse. "Would you?"

      "Yes, papa; oh! very much, indeed."

      He laughed at her eager tone, and putting a fifty-dollar note into her hand, asked, "Will that be enough?"

      Elsie's eyes opened wide with astonishment.

      "I never before had half so much as this," she exclaimed. "May I spend it all, papa?"

      "Provided you don't throw it away," he answered gravely; "but don't forget that I require a strict account of all your expenditure."

      "Must I tell you every thing I buy?" she asked, her countenance falling considerably.

      "Yes, my child, you must; not until after Christmas, however, if you would rather not."

      "I will not mind it so much then," she answered, looking quite relieved; "but indeed, papa, it is a great deal of trouble."

      "Ah! my little girl must not be lazy," he said, shaking his head gravely.

      This was Elsie's first parting from her father since they had learned to know and love each other; and when the time came to say good-by, she clung to him, and seemed so loath to let him go, that he quite repented of his determination to leave her at home.

      "O papa, papa! I cannot bear to have you go, and leave me behind," she sobbed. "I feel as if you were never coming back."

      "Why, my own darling," he said, kissing her again and again, "why do you talk so? I shall certainly be at home again in a fortnight; but if I had thought you would feel so badly, I would have made arrangements to take you with me. It is too late now, however, and you must let me go, dearest. Be a good girl while I am gone, and when I return I will bring you some handsome presents."

      So saying, he embraced her once more, then putting her gently from him, sprang into the carriage and was driven rapidly away.

      Elsie stood watching until it was out of sight, and then ran away to her own room to put her arms round her nurse's neck and hide her tears on her bosom.

      "Dere, dere, darlin'! dat will do now. Massa Horace he be back 'fore long, and ole Chloe don' like for to see her chile 'stressin' herself so," and the large, dusky hand was passed lovingly over the bright curls, and tenderly wiped away the falling tears.

      "But, O mammy! I'm afraid he will never come back. I'm afraid the steamboat boiler will burst, or the cars will run off the track, or——"

      "Hush, hush, darlin'! dat's wicked; you must jes' trust de Lord to take care of Massa Horace; He's jes' as able to do it one place as in tudder; an ef you an' your ole mammy keep prayin' for Massa, I'se sure he'll come back safe, kase don't you remember what de good book says, 'If any two of you agree——'"

      "Oh! yes, dear mammy, thank you for remembering it," exclaimed the little girl, lifting her head and smiling through her tears. "I won't cry any more now, but will just try to keep thinking how glad I will be when papa comes home again."

      "A very sensible resolution, my dear," said Adelaide, putting her head in at the door; "so come, dry your eyes, and let mammy put on your bonnet and cloak as fast as possible, for I have begged a holiday for you, and am going to carry you off to the city to do some shopping, et cetera."

      "Ah! I think I know what that et cetera means, auntie, don't I?" laughed Elsie, as she hastened to obey.

      "Dear me! how very wise some people are," said her aunt, smiling and nodding good-naturedly. "But make haste, my dear, for the carriage is at the door."

      When Elsie laid her head upon her pillow that night she acknowledged to herself, that in spite of her father's absence—and she had, at times, missed him sadly—the day had been a very short and pleasant one to her, owing to her Aunt Adelaide's thoughtful kindness in taking her out into new scenes, and giving agreeable occupation to her thoughts.

      She rose at her usual early hour the next morning, and though feeling lonely, comforted herself with the hope of receiving the promised letter; and her face was full of eager expectation, as her grandfather, in his usual leisurely manner, opened the bag and distributed its contents.

      "Two letters for Elsie!" he said, in a tone of surprise, just as she was beginning to despair of her turn coming at all. "Ah; one is from Horace, I see; and the other from Miss Allison, no doubt."

      Elsie could hardly restrain her eagerness while he held them in his hand, examining and commenting upon the address, postmark, etc.

      But at length he tossed them to her, remarking, "There! if you are done your breakfast, you had better run away and read them."

      "Oh! thank you, grandpa," she said, gladly availing herself of his permission.

      "Elsie is fortunate to-day," observed Lora looking after her. "I wonder which she will read first."

      "Her father's, of course," replied Adelaide. "He is more to her than all the rest of the world put together."

      "A matter of small concern to the rest of the world, I opine," remarked Mrs. Dinsmore, dryly.

      "Perhaps so, mamma," said Adelaide, quietly; "yet I think there are some who prize Elsie's affection."

      Yes, Adelaide was right. Miss Rose's letter was neglected and almost forgotten, while Elsie read and reread her papa's with the greatest delight.

      It gave an amusing account of the day's journey; but what constituted its chief charm for the little girl was that it was filled with expressions of the tenderest affection for her.

      Then came the pleasant task of answering, which occupied almost all her spare time, for letter-writing was still, to her, a rather new and difficult business, Miss Allison having hitherto been her only correspondent. And this was a pleasure which was renewed every day, for her papa faithfully kept his promise, each morning bringing her a letter, until at length one came announcing the speedy return of the writer.

      Elsie was almost wild with delight.

      "Aunt Adelaide," she cried, running to her to communicate the glad tidings, "papa says he will be here this very afternoon."

      "Well, my dear, as we have already attended to all the business that needed to be kept secret from him, I am very glad to hear it, especially for your sake," replied Adelaide, looking up for a moment from the book she was reading, and then returning to it again, while her little niece danced out of the room, with her papa's letter still in her hand, and a face beaming with happiness.

      She met Mrs. Dinsmore in the hall.

      "Why are you skipping about in that mad fashion, Elsie?" she asked, severely; "I believe you will never learn to move and act like a lady."

      "I will try,

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