He was not aware of her entrance till she stood close at his side, her hand on his shoulder, her eyes fixed, with a gaze of ardent affection, upon his face.

“Dear child!” he said, looking up from his paper, and smiling affectionately upon her; then tossing the paper aside and putting an arm about her waist, he drew her to his knee and pressed fatherly kisses upon lip and cheek and brow, asking tenderly if anything was wrong with her that she had come in search of him when he supposed her to be already in bed and sound asleep.

“I’m not sick, papa,” she said in reply; “but oh, I miss Maxie so!” The words were almost a sob, and she clung about her father’s neck, hiding her face on his shoulder.

“I, too, miss my boy more than words can tell,” he replied, stroking her hair with gently caressing touch, and she was sure his tones trembled a little with the pain of the thought of Max left alone among strangers; “but I thank God, our Heavenly Father, that I have by no means lost my eldest son, while I still have another one and three dear daughters to add to my happiness in our sweet home.”

“I do want to add to it, you dear, dear, good papa!” she said, hugging and kissing him over and over again.  “Oh, I wish I was a better girl for your sake, so that my wrong-doing would never give you pain!”

“I think—­and am very happy in the thought—­that you are improving,” he said, repeating his caresses; “and it is a great comfort to me,” he continued, “that my little girls need not be sent away from home and their father to be educated.”

“To me also, papa,” she returned.  “I am very thankful that I may live with my dear father always while we are spared to each other.  I don’t mean to ever go away from you, papa, but to stay with you always, to wait on you and do everything I can to be a great help, comfort, and blessing to you; even when I’m grown up to womanhood.”

“Ah!” he returned, again smoothing her hair caressingly and smiling down into her eyes; then holding her close, “I shall be very glad to keep you as long as you may prefer life with me, my own dear, dear child,” he said in tender tones.  “I look upon my dear eldest daughter as one of the great blessings my Heavenly Father has bestowed upon me, and which I hope he may spare to me as long as I live.”

“Papa, I’m so, so glad you love me so dearly!” she exclaimed, lifting to his eyes full of love and joy; “and oh, I do love you so!  I want to be a great blessing to you as long as we both live.”

“I don’t doubt it, my darling,” he replied.  “I doubt neither your desire nor purpose to be such.”

“Yes, sir, I do really long to be the very greatest of comforts to you, and yet,” she sighed, “I have such a bad temper you know, papa, I’m so wilful too, that—­that I’m afraid—­almost sure, indeed—­I’ll be naughty again one of these days and give you the pain of punishing me for it.”

“That would grieve me very much, but would not diminish my love for you,” he said; “nor yours for me, I think.”