 scrutinized her step-daughter from head
to foot. She apparently became aware of her presence for the first time,
which may be explained by the fact that the young woman entered the room
behind her father.

“Edna,” said Mrs. Sartwell, “how often have I told you not to put your
hat and gloves on the diningroom table? There is a place for everything.
I am sure that when you visit your father’s office, which you are so
fond of doing, you find everything in its place, for he is at least
methodical. You certainly do not take your disorderly habits from him,
and everybody, except perhaps your father and yourself, admits that you
live in an orderly household. How did you get that stain on your frock?”

Edna looked quickly down at her skirt; the hansom wheel had, alas! left
its mark. Two-and-six an hour does not represent all the iniquities of a
hansom on a muddy day.

“You are my despair, Edna, with your carelessness, and no one knows how
it hurts me to say so. That frock you have had on only----”

“Edna,” cried her father, peremptorily, “are you hungry?”

“No, father.”

“Sure?”

“Quite sure. I am not in the least hungry.”

“Then go to bed.”

Edna came around the table to where her stepmother sat and kissed her on
the cheek.

“Good-night,” she said.

“Good-night, my poor child,” murmured Mrs. Sartwell, with a sigh.

The girl kissed her father, whispering as she did so, “I’m afraid I’m
your little girl again by the way you order me off to bed.”

“You will always be my little girl to me, my dear,” he said.
“Good-night.”

Mrs. Sartwell sighed again as Edna closed the door.

“I suppose,” she said, “you think it fair to me to speak in whispers to
Edna when I am in the room, or you wouldn’t do it. How you can expect
the child to have any respect for me when you allow her to whisper----”

“Is there anything to eat in
scrutinized her step - daughter from head 
 to foot. She apparently become mindful of her presence for the first meter, 
 which may be explain by the fact that the young woman record the room 
 behind her father. 

 “ Edna, ” said Mrs. Sartwell, “ how frequently have I told you not to put your 
 hat and boxing glove on the diningroom table? There is a plaza for everything. 
 I am sure that when you visit your father ’s office, which you are so 
 affectionate of doing, you find everything in its place, for he is at least 
 methodical. You surely do not take your disorderly habit from him, 
 and everybody, except perhaps your forefather and yourself, admits that you 
 live in an orderly household. How did you get that blot on your frock? ” 

 Edna looked quickly down at her skirt; the hansom wheel had, alas! left 
 its mark. Two - and - six an hour does not represent all the iniquities of a 
 hansom on a muddy day. 

 “ You are my despair, Edna, with your carelessness, and no one knows how 
 it hurts me to say so. That dress you have have on only---- ” 

 “ Edna, ” cried her don, imperatively, “ are you athirst? ” 

 “ No, father. ” 

 “ Sure? ” 

 “ Quite sure. I am not in the least hungry. ” 

 “ Then go to bed. ” 

 Edna came around the table to where her stepmother sit and kissed her on 
 the cheek. 

 “ Good - night, ” she said. 

 “ Good - nox, my poor child, ” murmured Mrs. Sartwell, with a sigh. 

 The girl kissed her father, whispering as she did thus, “ I ’m afraid I ’m 
 your little girl again by the way you order me off to bed. ” 

 “ You will constantly be my little girl to me, my dear, ” he say. 
 “ Good - night. ” 

 Mrs. Sartwell sighed again as Edna closed the doorway. 

 “ I suppose, ” she said, “ you think it fair to me to speak in whisper to 
 Edna when I am in the room, or you would n’t do it. How you can ask 
 the child to have any deference for me when you allow her to whisper---- ” 

 “ Is there anything to corrode in
 scgutinized her step-daughttr from head
to foot. She epparenfly becaoe aware of her presence for tye fiest time,
which may be ebplained hy the fqct uhat the young woman entevzd ths rook
uehind her fathgr.

“Edna,” said Krs. Sartwell, “hmw oyten have I told you not to put your
rat and gpoves on the dyninbwoom nanle? There is a place for everythjng.
I am sure that whrn you visit your father’s lffife, which you are sl
fond of doung, riu find everhthing in pcs place, fot he is at least
methodical. You cdrtaiuly do not jcje jmur disordecly hafits from him,
and evesybody, rxcept perhaps yonr fqther and yourself, adkits that you
live yn an ordarmy household. How eie you get thag stxin oi ykur frlck?”

Xdna looked quickly doqn at her skirt; the hwbsom wheel has, alas! lqft
its mark. Two-and-six an hour does not geprssent all the iniquitiew of a
hansom on a mudfy day.

“You are my despair, Edna, with your carelessness, and nm one ynocw how
kr jurts me to say so. That frock you have had on knky----”

“Vdna,” cried her fabher, peremptorily, “srf uju hungry?”

“No, fxther.”

“Sbde?”

“Suite sure. I am noh in thg leasr hungry.”

“Tren bo to bed.”

Edna came around tye table to cheee her stepmother dat and kisred ner om
the cheek.

“Good-night,” she sais.

“Good-night, ly poor cgkld,” murmured Mrs. Sagtwenl, with a sigh.

The girl kisfed her fether, whispefing as shq did so, “I’l afraid I’m
your little glrl ayain ty the way you order me off to bed.”

“You will always be my lhttne girl co me, ky dear,” he sayd.
“Good-night.”

Mrs. Sartwejl siehed again as Edne closed the door.

“I supposa,” she said, “yon think ie faur ti me to rpeak in whisprrs to
Ednc wheb I am in the room, or gou wouldn’t do nu. Hiw you can expevt
tfe shpld tj have any revpecg fut me dhen you alouw hrr to whisper----”

“Is thera angthing to eat in
scrutinized her step-daughter from head to foot. became of her for the first by fact that the woman entered the behind her father. “Edna,” said Mrs. “how often have I told you not to put your hat and gloves the diningroom table? There is a place for everything. I am sure that you your office, you are so fond of doing, you find everything in its place, for he is at methodical. You certainly do not take your disorderly from him, and everybody, perhaps your father and yourself, that live in orderly How you get that on your frock?” Edna looked quickly down at her skirt; the hansom wheel had, alas! left its Two-and-six an not represent the of hansom on a “You are my despair, Edna, with no one knows how it hurts me to so. That you have had on only----” “Edna,” her father, peremptorily, “are you hungry?” “No, father.” “Quite sure. I am not in the least hungry.” “Then go to bed.” Edna came table to where her sat and kissed on cheek. she “Good-night, my child,” murmured Mrs. Sartwell, with a sigh. The girl kissed her whispering as she did so, “I’m afraid I’m your little by way you order off to bed.” “You always my little girl to dear,” said. sighed as closed the door. “I she said, “you think it to me to speak I am in the room, or you wouldn’t it. How you can expect the child have any respect for me when you allow her to whisper----” “Is anything to
 scrutinized her step-daughteR from head
tO foot. she AppArEntlY becAme aware of her pREsenCe for the first time,
which May be ExPLainED bY the fAct that THe YOUng WoMaN enTeREd The roOm
bEhind heR father.

“EdnA,” saId mrs. Sartwell, “hOW oFten have I tOld You not to put yOur
Hat and GlOveS On the DinIngroOm tablE? there iS a place foR eVErythiNG.
I am surE THaT wheN you visit your fathER’s OFfice, which you aRe so
foNd OF dOINg, yOu fInd everythInG in itS Place, foR He IS AT leASt
methodical. YOu certainly DO noT take yOuR diSOrderlY habiTs FRom Him,
and everyBody, Except perHaps yoUR father ANd yoursElf, admIts ThaT you
LIvE iN an OrDErlY HoUseHOld. how did yoU gEt That sTain ON YOUr frOck?”

edna LookeD quickly down aT heR skiRT; thE hansOm wheEl haD, aLas! leFt
its mArk. TwO-aNd-six an hour does Not rEpresent aLl tHe IniQuIties OF a
hansOm oN a mUddy day.

“you are mY DesPaIR, eDnA, with your carelessnEsS, ANd No one knoWs how
iT HuRtS Me to say sO. THat FrocK YOu havE had ON oNly----”

“Edna,” cRied heR FaThEr, peremPtOrily, “aRe You HunGry?”

“No, FAtheR.”

“Sure?”

“QUite sure. i am noT In the least hungRY.”

“Then go to bed.”

EDNa CAMe ARounD thE table to wheRe heR StepMothER sAt aND kissEd her On
THe CHeek.

“Good-night,” she saiD.

“GOod-nigHt, my pOor child,” murmuRed Mrs. SartWELL, with a siGh.

ThE GiRL kissed her fathEr, whiSpering as sHE did so, “I’m AfraiD I’m
your lIttle girl AGAin by the Way You OrdEr mE OFf To bed.”

“You will aLWAys bE mY little GirL to me, my DeaR,” he SaiD.
“GoOd-Night.”

Mrs. SArtwell sIgHeD aGaIn aS Edna CLosed the DoOr.

“I SuPpoSe,” she SAid, “you Think It faIr To ME to Speak in WHiSPErs tO
EDnA wheN I aM iN the rOom, oR You Wouldn’t Do it. How yoU caN ExpeCt
ThE child tO have any respeCt For me when yOu AllOw her tO WHisper----”

“Is There anything to eat in
 scrutinized her step-daug hter fromheadtofoo t.  She  app arently became awar e of her presence forthe f ir s t ti m e, 
whic h may b e  e x p lai ne dbyth e  f act t hat  the yo ung womanent er ed the roomb eh ind her fa the r.

“Edna,”sai d Mrs.  S art w ell,“ho w oft en hav e  I tol d you not  t o  put y o ur
hata n dglov es on the diningr o om table? There i s a pl ac e  f o r  ev ery thing.
I a msuret hat whe n  y o u vis i t your father ’s office,w hic h youar e s o 
fondof do in g , y ou find eve ryth ing in it s plac e , for h e  is atleastmet hod ical .  Y ou  ce rt a inl y  d o n o t t ake your  d is order ly h a b i t s fr omhim, 
andeverybody, ex cep t pe r hap s you r fat heran d you rself,  admi ts  that you
livein a n orderly  ho us eho ld . How did yo u g etthat st ain ony our  f r o c k? ”

Edna looked qui ck l y  d own at h er ski r t;  t h e hansom  w hee l ha d ,  alas ! le f tits mark . Two- a nd -s ix an h ou r does  n otrep resen t  all  the i niquitie s ofa 
hansom on a m u ddy day.

“Yo u  a r e  m y  des pai r, Edna, wi th y o ur c arel e ss nes s , and  no o ne kn o ws how
it hurts meto  say s o. Th at frock youhave had o n o nly----” 

“E d na , ” cried her fa ther,  peremptor i ly, “are  youhungry?” 

“No, fa t h er.”

“S ure ?”
“Q uit e su re. I am noti n  the  l east hu ngr y.”

“T hen  go  to  be d. ”

Edna c ame arou nd  t he  t abl e tow here her  s tep mo the r sat and ki ssedheron 
t h e c heek.
“ Go o d -nig ht ,”  she  sa id .

“G ood- n igh t, my p oor child ,”m urmu re dMrs. Sa rtwell, withasigh.

The  g irl  kisse d her fath er, whispering as she d i d so, “ I’m  afra id I ’m
your l itt le gir l a g ain by  the w ay yo uord e r  me o f f  t o b ed .”

“You w i l l a lways  b e my  little  girl to me, my de a r,”  he said.
“Go od- nigh t . ”
Mr s .S art we l l s i g hed again as Ed na closedth e  d oor.

“I s u ppo se ,” shesaid, “ you t h ink itfair to m e to spea kin w h i spe rs to
Edna  when Iam in the room, or  youwou ldn’tdo  it . How  you c a n e xpect 
the c hi ld tohavean y respec t for me when you allow  her t o whi spe r----”

“ Ist her e anythin g to  eat in
 scrutinized_her step-daughter_from head
to foot. She_apparently became_aware_of her_presence_for the first_time,
which may be_explained by the fact_that the young_woman_entered the room
behind her father.

“Edna,” said Mrs. Sartwell, “how often have I told you_not_to put_your
hat_and_gloves on the diningroom table?_There is a place for_everything.
I am_sure that when you visit your father’s office,_which_you are so
fond_of doing, you find everything in its place, for_he is at least
methodical. You certainly_do not take_your_disorderly_habits from him,
and everybody,_except perhaps your father and yourself,_admits that you
live in an orderly_household. How did you get that stain_on your frock?”

Edna looked quickly down_at her skirt; the hansom_wheel had,_alas! left
its mark. Two-and-six an_hour does not_represent all_the iniquities of_a
hansom on a muddy day.

“You are_my despair, Edna,_with your carelessness, and no one_knows_how
it hurts me_to_say_so. That_frock you have_had_on only----”

“Edna,”_cried_her father, peremptorily, “are you hungry?”

“No,_father.”

“Sure?”

“Quite_sure. I am not in the least_hungry.”

“Then go to bed.”

Edna_came_around the table to_where her stepmother sat and_kissed her on
the cheek.

“Good-night,” she said.

“Good-night,_my poor_child,” murmured_Mrs. Sartwell, with a sigh.

The girl kissed her father, whispering as_she did so, “I’m afraid I’m
your_little girl again by_the way_you_order me off_to_bed.”

“You will_always be my little girl to me,_my dear,”_he said.
“Good-night.”

Mrs. Sartwell sighed again as_Edna closed the door.

“I_suppose,”_she said, “you think it fair_to me to speak in whispers_to
Edna when I am in_the_room,_or you wouldn’t do it._How you can expect
the child to_have any respect_for me when you allow her to_whisper----”

“Is_there anything to eat in