Part 20 (1/2)
It was near tea-time when the Viamede party reached home again; the ladies and little girls had barely time to dress for the evening before the summons to the table.
It was while all where seated about it that Rosie and Evelyn told of the news learned from Nettie Vance in regard to Signor Foresti and his family.
”Ah, poor things! we must do something for them,” Grandma Elsie said, when the story was finished. ”Papa, shall we stop there to-morrow on our way to or from church? It would be a work of mercy suited to the day, I think. Do not you?”
”Yes,” replied Mr. Dinsmore; ”and it might be well to carry a basket of provisions with us.”
Lulu had listened in silence while the others were talking, and all through the evening she had but little to say, seeming much of the time lost in thought, though usually she was quite talkative, unless, as occasionally happened, checked by a slight reminder from her father that it would be more becoming in a child of her age to show herself a quiet listener to older people.
The captain noticed her abstraction, but, guessing at the cause, said nothing about it till they were alone together in her bedroom; then, drawing her to his knee, ”My little girl has been unusually silent this evening,” he said. ”Is anything wrong with her?”
She drew a long sigh. ”I have been trying to decide a question of duty, papa,” she said, ”and, please--I'd like you to tell me what to do.”
”In regard to what, daughter?”
”Giving a part of my money--the money you put into my purse this morning--to--to the Forestis.”
”I think it would be right and kind for you to do so. Do not you?”
”Yes, sir; and I will do it,” she said with sudden determination. ”It will be returning good for evil, as the Bible bids us; won't it, papa?”
”Yes; and I think will help you to forgive the man for his ill treatment of my dear little daughter,” drawing her closer and kissing her fondly.
”Yes, sir; even the resolve has made me feel more kindly toward him. How much ought I to give, papa? I hardly think I'll have very much left after I've paid for the presents I've sent for, for the servants here.”
”No, not a very great deal, I presume; but you are not likely to need much before there will be more pocket-money coming to you.”
”Oh, no, sir, I'll not, of course, because my dear, dear father provides everything I need to eat or wear, and pays my travelling expenses too, so that I'm not really obliged to spend anything on myself,” she said, putting an arm about his neck and laying her cheek lovingly to his.
”Papa, do you think a dollar will be enough for me to give the Forestis?”
”You may decide that question for yourself, my darling,” he said, patting her cheek and stroking her hair; ”I leave it entirely to you to give much, little, or nothing, as conscience and inclination dictate.”
”Thank you, papa; you are very kind to say that; but please tell me if you think a dollar will be enough for me?”
”Yes, I do,” was his reply, and Lulu looked satisfied and relieved.
”I'm glad, papa,” she said, ”for I really do not know that I shall have more than that left after paying for the presents for the servants; and of course I can't give more than I have.”
”Quite true,” he returned, with a slight smile. ”I would have you make it a rule never to go into debt for your own gratification or for any other object. 'Out of debt, out of danger,' is an old and wise saying.
Now, daughter, it is time to say good-night; but first let me remind you that to-morrow is the Lord's day, and to be kept holy. Try not to think of the exciting events expected in the coming week, but to spend the time in the wors.h.i.+p of G.o.d and the study of his word, that you may grow in grace and conformity to his will, thus becoming 'meet for the inheritance of the saints in light,' and ready, when he shall call you away from earth, to dwell forever with him in that holy, happy land where sin and sorrow are unknown. We will kneel down together now for a moment and ask him to help us both to do so, 'running with patience the race set before us, ever looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith.'”
Sunday was pa.s.sed by the Viamede family in the usual quiet way, most of its hours filled up with divine service in the sanctuary or at home, and all retired to rest at an early hour, to rise the next morning in renewed health and strength, the children rejoicing in their holiday and the near approach of the wedding festivities.
Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore had the day before, on their way to church, called upon the Italian music teacher, taking with them delicacies for the sick man, and other articles of food for the rest of the family; some money also, in which was included Lulu's dollar; and finding the services of a physician were needed, had engaged to send one.
Dr. d.i.c.k Percival undertook the errand, made a professional call, and on his return reported the man quite ill, but likely to recover with good and competent nursing. He went over again on Monday morning, but called first at Viamede to report to his uncle Dinsmore and the captain.
Lulu was present at the interview and heard with interest all that Cousin d.i.c.k had to tell about the signor and his family.