Part 3 (1/2)
He took her hand in his, smiling affectionately into the eager, entreating eyes. ”I think you may, daughter,” he said kindly, ”since Cousin Betty is so good as to include you in the invitation. I see nothing in the way at present.”
”Oh, thank you, sir!” she cried joyously, then turned to listen with eager interest to an animated discussion going on among the ladies in regard to the most suitable and tasteful attire for bride and bridesmaids or maids of honor.
”The bride will, of course, wear white,” Violet was saying, ”but it would be pretty and in accordance with the fas.h.i.+on for her maids of honor to dress in colors.”
”Yes,” a.s.sented Rosie, ”and I propose blue for Eva, delicate straw or canary color for Lu, who has a complexion just to suit, and pink for me.
What do you say, girls?” turning to them where they stood side by side.
”I like the idea,” replied Evelyn, Lulu adding, ”And so do I. Do you approve, papa?” hurrying to his side again.
”Yes, daughter; if it pleases you and meets the approval of the ladies.”
”You are so good to me, dear papa!” she exclaimed with a look of grat.i.tude and affection.
But it was growing late, and leaving various matters to be settled in another interview to be held at an early day, the cousins bade good night and departed.
”Papa, I do think I have just the best and kindest father in the whole world!” exclaimed Lulu, seating herself upon his knee and putting her arm about his neck, her lips to his cheek, when he had come to her room for the usual good-night bit of chat.
”Rather strong, isn't it?” he queried laughingly, holding her close and returning her caress with interest.
”Not too strong, you dear, dear papa!” she said, hugging him tighter.
”Oh, if ever I'm disobedient or ill tempered again I ought to be severely punished.”
”My dear child,” he said gravely, smoothing her hair with caressing hand as he spoke, ”do not ever again give your father the pain of punis.h.i.+ng you. Watch and pray, and try every day to grow into the likeness of the dear Master. It makes me happy that you want to please me, your earthly father, but I would have you care far more about pleasing and honoring Him.”
”I do care about that, papa. Oh, I want very much to have Him pleased with me, but next to that I want to please you, because you are such a good, kind father, and I love you so dearly.”
”Yes, daughter, and I esteem your love one of the great blessings of my life, while you are dearer to me than words can express: one of G.o.d's good gifts for which I am truly thankful. But I must now bid you good-night and leave you to rest, for it is growing late.”
”Yes, sir. But I feel as wide-awake as possible--I'm so excited thinking about Betty's wedding. So I wish you'd stay just a little bit longer.
Can't you, papa?”
”No, daughter, I must leave you and you must go to bed at once; try to banish exciting thoughts, and get to sleep.”
”I'll try my very best to obey my own dear father,” she returned, looking up into his face with eyes full of ardent affection.
He smiled, held her close for a moment, repeating his caresses, saying low and tenderly, ”G.o.d bless and keep my dear daughter through the silent watches of the night, and wake her in the morning in health and strength, if it be His will.” Then releasing her he left the room.
She was soon in the land of dreams; the sun was s.h.i.+ning when she awoke again.
The wedding and matters connected with it were the princ.i.p.al topics of discourse at the breakfast table. Betty had expressed an ardent wish to have present at the ceremony all the relatives from the neighborhood of her old home, saying that she and Molly had already despatched invitations which she hoped would be accepted, and now it was settled that Mr. Dinsmore and Grandma Elsie should write at once, urging all to come to Viamede and remain till the summer heats would make it more prudent to return to a cooler climate. There was talk, too, of an entertainment to be given there to the bride and groom, of suitable wedding gifts, and also the attire of maids of honor.
The young girls selected to take part in the ceremony were particularly interested, excitable Lulu especially so; she could hardly think of anything else, even in the school-room, and as a consequence recited so badly that her father looked very grave indeed, and when dismissing the others told her she must remain in the school-room studying, until she could recite each lesson very much more creditably to both herself and her teacher.
”Yes, sir,” she said in a low, unwilling tone, casting down her eyes and coloring with mortification; ”but I think the lessons were dreadfully hard to-day, papa.”
”No, daughter, it is only that your mind is dwelling upon other things.
You must learn to exercise better control over your thoughts and concentrate them always upon the business in hand.”
”But, papa, I'll never be able to learn the lessons before dinner time, and I am hungry now; are you going to make me fast till I recite perfectly?”