“Tell me the whole story, my child,” he said, not unkindly, and still keeping her hand in his.

“I cracked a nut with my teeth, papa,” she replied, with her eyes upon the ground, her cheek hot with blushes.

“You forgot that I had forbidden it?”

“No, papa, I haven’t even that poor excuse.  I remembered all the time that you had forbidden me, but just did it because I wanted to.”

“Though I had given you my reason for the prohibition—­that you would risk serious damage to your teeth, and probably suffer both pain and the loss of those useful members in consequence.  It gives me pain to find that my dear eldest daughter cares so little for her father’s wishes or commands.”

At that Lulu burst into tears and sobs.  “Oh, I hope you’ll punish me well for it, papa!” she said.  “I deserve it, and I think it would do me good.”

“I must indeed punish you for conduct so decidedly rebellious,” he replied.  “I will either forbid nuts for a week, or refrain from giving you a caress for the same length of time.  Which shall it be?”

“O papa, I’d rather do without nuts for the rest of the winter than a whole week without a caress from you!” she exclaimed.

“Very well, then,” he said, bending down and touching his lips to her cheek.  “I forbid the nuts, and I think I can trust my daughter to obey me by not touching one till she has her father’s permission.”

“I feel sure I will, papa,” she said; “but if I should be so very bad as to disobey you again in this, I will come to you, confess it, and take my punishment without a word of objection.”

“I have no doubt of it, daughter,” he returned, taking her hand again and leading her back to the house.

The other girls were awaiting with intense interest the reappearance of the captain and Lulu.

“Here they come!” exclaimed Rosie, “and I don’t believe he has punished her; there has hardly been time, and though she looks very sober—­he, too—­she doesn’t look at all frightened; nor does he look angry, and he holds her hand in what strikes me as a very affectionate way.”

“Yes,” said Evelyn, “I think the captain is as good and kind a father as anyone could desire; and I’m sure Lulu’s opinion of him is the same.”

“Yes, indeed,” assented Grace heartily, as she wiped the tears from her eyes, “there couldn’t be a better, kinder father than ours, Lulu and I both think; but though he doesn’t like to punish us, sometimes he feels that it’s his duty to do it to make us good.”

“I don’t believe you get, or need, punishment very often, Gracie,” remarked Rosie; “you are as good as gold; at least so it seems to me.”

“I’m not perfect, Rosie; oh, no, indeed!” Gracie answered earnestly; “but papa almost never does anything more than talk in a grave, kind way to me about my faults.”

By this time the captain and Lulu had drawn near the house, and, letting go her hand, “You may go back to your mates now, daughter,” he said in a kindly tone.  “I have some matters to attend to, and if you have anything more to say to me I will hear it at another time.”