e same, she did not want to pain him. She slipped her small hand into his, and presently she whispered:
"I'll do anything in all the world to please you and mother and Lord Jesus."
"That is right," said the father, who gave a swift thought at the moment to the temptation which he knew was already on its way, and which he would never yield to but for the sake of the child.
The rest of the dinner proceeded without many more remarks, and immediately afterwards Sibyl kissed both her parents and went upstairs.
"Good-night, little Spring," said her father, and there was a note of pain in his voice.
She gave him an earnest hug, and then she whispered--
"Is it 'cos I'm a wicked girl you're sad?"
"No," he answered, "you are not wicked, my darling; you are the best, the sweetest in all the world."
"Oh, no, father," answered Sibyl, "that is not true. I am not the best nor the sweetest, and I wouldn't like to be too good, 'cept for you. Good-night, darling father."<