“‘Proud and haughty scorner is his name who dealeth in proud wrath.’

“’A man’s pride shall bring him low:  but honor shall uphold the humble in spirit.’

“’The fear of the Lord is to hate evil:  pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way and the forward mouth, do I hate.’”

There was a moment of silence, then Lulu said humbly, tears starting to her eyes as she spoke, “Papa, I did not know—­at least I never thought about it—­that pride was so wicked.”

“Yes,” he said, “the Bible tells us that everyone proud in heart is an abomination to the Lord, that God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble; there is much in the Bible against pride and in favor of humility.  We are all sinners, worthy of nothing good at the hands of God, and what have we to do with pride?”

“Papa, when I say my prayers to-night I will ask God to take away all the wicked pride out of my heart; and won’t you ask him too?”

“I will, my darling, as I have already, very many times, and I hope you have not neglected to ask him to forgive your wrong thoughts, feelings, and actions of this morning?”

“I have asked for that, papa, and I will again,” she replied.

They were silent again for a little while, the captain looking as if his thoughts were far away; Lulu was studying his face with eyes that presently filled with tears.

“Papa,” she said low, and half tremulously, “you look so sad.  Is it all because you are grieved over my naughtiness?”

“No, daughter, not all; indeed I was hardly thinking of that at the moment, but of the grief, sorrow and anxiety at Ion.”

“What about, papa?” she queried with a startled look.  “Oh, I hope that nothing bad has happened to Gracie or Mamma Vi, or our little ones?”

“No; I am thankful that all is right with them:  but dear Grandma Elsie is in a very critical condition; I cannot tell you exactly what ails her, but she has been suffering very much for months past, keeping it to herself till yesterday, when she told it all to Cousin Arthur, and learned from him that nothing but a difficult and dangerous surgical operation could save her life.

“That is to be performed to-morrow, and, whether she lives or dies, will relieve her from the dreadful agony she is enduring; for no one who knows her can doubt that she is one of God’s dear children.  Death will be gain to her, but a sad loss to all of us.”

Before he had finished Lulu’s face was hidden on his shoulder and she was weeping bitterly.

“O papa,” she sobbed, “I’m so, so sorry for her, dear, dear Grandma Elsie!  Isn’t she frightened almost to death?”

“No, daughter; she is very calm and peaceful, ready to live or die as God’s will shall be; grieving only for those who love her so dearly and find it so difficult to be reconciled to the thought of losing her; her efforts are all to comfort them.  She has set her house in order and seems quite ready for either life or death.