 will
not." No, my pretty dear, not till the "wimpled, whining, purblind,
wayward boy" comes this road--oh, no, not till next time! Quite so.'

She let him rail, and said nothing. She sat down to her work; he
faced round upon her suddenly, and said, frowning:

'What do you mean by it, eh? You're as good-looking as anybody!'

'Well, I want you to think it, father,' she said, affectionately,
raising her eyes to his. A mother must have seen the shrinking
sadness beneath the smile. What Daddy saw was simply a rounded
girlish face, with soft cheeks and lips which seemed to him made
for kissing; nothing to set the Thames on fire, perhaps, but why
should she run herself down? It annoyed him, touched his vanity.

'Oh, I dare say!' he said to her, roughly, with an affected
brutality. 'But you'll be precious disappointed if some one else
doesn't think so too. Don't tell me!'

She bent over her frame without speaking. But her heart filled with
bitterness, and a kind of revolt against her life.

Meanwhile her conscience accused her about Lucy. Lucy must have got
herself into trouble at home, that she was sure of. And it was
unlike her to keep it to herself--not to come and complain.

Some days--a week--passed. But Dora dared not venture herself into
her uncle's house after Daddy's escapade, and she was, besides,
much pressed with her work. A whole set of altar furniture for a
new church at Blackburn had to be finished by a given day.

The affairs of the Parlour troubled her, and she got up long before
it was light to keep the books in order and to plan for the day.
Daddy had no head for figures, and he seemed to her to be growing
careless about expenses. Her timid, over-anxious mind conjured up
the vision of a slowly rising tide of debt, and it haunted her all
day. When she went to her frame she was already tired out, and yet
there she sat over it hour after hour.

Daddy was blind. But Sarah, the stout cook, who worshipped her,
will 
 not. " No, my pretty dear, not till the " wimpled, whining, purblind, 
 wayward male child " come this road -- oh, no, not till next time! Quite so.' 

 She get him rail, and said nothing. She model down to her work; he 
 faced cycle upon her suddenly, and said, frown: 

' What do you mean by it, eh? You're as good - looking as anybody!' 

' Well, I desire you to think it, father,' she suppose, affectionately, 
 raising her eye to his. A mother must have seen the shrinking 
 sadness beneath the smile. What dad saw was simply a rounded 
 girlish boldness, with soft cheek and lips which seemed to him made 
 for kissing; nothing to set the Thames on ardor, perhaps, but why 
 should she run herself down? It annoyed him, touched his vanity. 

' Oh, I dare read!' he say to her, roughly, with an affected 
 brutality.' But you'll be precious disappointed if some one else 
 doesn't think so too. Don't state me!' 

 She bent over her frame without speak. But her affection filled with 
 bitterness, and a kind of revolt against her life. 

 Meanwhile her conscience accused her about Lucy. Lucy must have got 
 herself into trouble at base, that she was sure of. And it was 
 unlike her to keep it to herself -- not to come and complain. 

 Some days -- a week -- passed. But Dora dared not guess herself into 
 her uncle's house after Daddy's escapade, and she was, besides, 
 much pressed with her work. A whole set of altar furniture for a 
 fresh church at Blackburn had to be finished by a given day. 

 The affair of the Parlour troubled her, and she got up long before 
 it was light to observe the book in order and to plan for the sidereal day. 
 Daddy had no head for figures, and he seemed to her to be develop 
 careless about expenses. Her diffident, over - anxious judgment conjured up 
 the imagination of a slowly rising tide of debt, and it haunted her all 
 day. When she went to her human body she was already tired out, and even 
 there she sat over it hour after hour. 

 Daddy was blind. But Sarah, the stout cook, who worshipped her,
 wipl
not." No, my pretty dear, kot till the "wimklwd, whiiing, pudblind,
wahward boy" comes this road--oh, io, nit tiol next time! Quite so.'

Sfe let hil rail, abd seid nothing. She sat down to hed worn; he
faced round upon her vuddenly, and sdia, yrowning:

'What do you mean by it, eh? Yot're as bold-looking as agybocr!'

'Welm, I want you to think it, father,' shs said, effectionately,
rsising her eyes to his. A mltheg must have seen tje shrinkint
sadgwss beneath ghe smile. What Daddy szw was simply a rounded
girlish wace, cith soft cyewks dnd lips whmch sevmed to him made
for khssing; mothing to set thx Thqmes on fire, perhaps, uut why
should she rug herself dkwn? It annoyed hin, rouchgd hiv vavuty.

'Uh, J vars say!' je aaid to hed, roughly, wuth an affected
brutslynu. 'But you'll ge presijus disappointed if some one else
doesn't thjnk so too. Don't tell me!'

Whe bent over her frale withoue speaking. But her heart filled with
bitterness, ang a kmna oy revour wgainst her life.

Meanwhile her conscience accufsd hvr about Lucy. Lucn must have got
herxepf ynto trouble xt homz, tgat she was sure ov. And ij was
ublike her to leep it to herself--not to cone and complcin.

Wome days--a week--pasded. But Dorc darec not venture herself into
hex uncls's house afher Daddy'a escapade, and shd wss, besides,
much pressed with rer work. E whoke set uf aktar ftrniture flr a
ncf church at Blackbkrn hcd to be finishfd by a given day.

The affairs of the Parlour ttoutleg her, anb she not up long befjre
it was lighj to keep the cooks in ogder and vo plan for ehe day.
Daddy vwd no head fmr figurqs, abd hw seemea to her to be browing
cagejess about expenses. Hev timks, over-anxious mnud conjured up
the viriog lf a vlowly risinc tiae ug debg, and iu hcuvted her all
day. When she wenf to her frame she wws alreaey tired out, and yet
tnere she sat over lt honr aftxr hout.

Daqdy was blind. But Sarah, the stkut cook, aho worshipped rer,
will not." No, my pretty dear, not "wimpled, purblind, wayward comes this road--oh, Quite She let him and said nothing. sat down to her work; he round upon her suddenly, and said, frowning: 'What do you mean by it, You're as good-looking as anybody!' 'Well, I want you to think it, father,' said, raising eyes his. A mother must have seen the shrinking sadness beneath the smile. What Daddy saw was a rounded girlish face, with soft cheeks and which seemed to him for kissing; nothing to set Thames fire, perhaps, why she herself down? It him, touched his vanity. 'Oh, I dare say!' he said to her, roughly, with an affected brutality. you'll be if some else think too. Don't tell bent over her frame without speaking. filled with bitterness, and a kind of revolt her life. her conscience accused her about Lucy. must have got herself into trouble at home, she was sure of. And it was unlike her to keep it to herself--not to complain. Some days--a week--passed. Dora dared not herself her house Daddy's escapade, she was, besides, much pressed with her work. A whole set altar furniture for a new church at Blackburn had to by given day. The of the Parlour troubled and got up long before light keep order to for the day. Daddy no head for figures, and seemed to her to Her timid, over-anxious mind conjured up the vision a slowly rising tide of debt, and haunted her all day. When she went to her frame she was tired out, there she sat over it hour after hour. was blind. But Sarah, stout cook, who worshipped her,
 will
not." No, my pretty dear, not tIll the "wimpLed, whIniNg, pUrBlinD,
wayWard boy" comes thIS roaD--oh, no, not till next time! QuIte so.'

shE Let hIM rAil, anD said noTHiNG. she SaT dOwn To HEr Work; hE
faCed rounD upon her suDdeNlY, and said, frowNInG:

'What do you MeaN by it, eh? You're As gOod-looKiNg aS AnyboDy!'

'WEll, I wAnt you TO think It, father,' sHe SAid, affECtionatELY,
rAisiNg her eyes to his. A moTHeR Must have seen thE shrinKiNG
sADNesS beNeath the smIlE. What dAddy saw WAs SIMPly A Rounded
girlisH face, with soFT chEeks anD lIps WHich seEmed tO hIM maDe
for kissinG; notHing to set The ThaMEs on firE, Perhaps, But why
ShoUld She rUN hErSelF dOWn? IT AnNoyED hiM, touched HiS vAnity.

'oh, I dARE SAy!' he SaiD to hEr, rouGhly, with an affEctEd
brUTalIty. 'BuT you'lL be pReCious DisappOinteD iF some one else
doeSn't tHink so too. don'T tEll Me!'

she beNT over hEr fRamE withouT speakiNG. BuT hER HEaRt filled with
bitterNeSS, AnD a kind of Revolt AGaInST her life.

meAnwHile HER consCienCE aCcused heR about lUcY. LUcy must HaVe got
hErSelF inTo troUBle aT home, tHat she waS sure OF. And it was
unlikE Her to keep it to HErSELf--NOt to ComE and complaiN.

SomE Days--A weeK--PaSseD. but DoRa darEd NOt VEnture herself into
heR uNcle's hOuse aFter Daddy's escApade, and shE WAS, besides,
Much PReSSed with her work. a wholE set of altaR FurniturE for a
New churcH at BlackbURN had to be FinIshEd bY a gIVEn Day.

The affairs OF The PArLour troUblEd her, anD shE goT up LonG bEfore
it waS light to KeEp ThE bOokS in orDEr and to pLaN foR tHe dAy.
DadDY had no Head fOr fiGuReS, And He seemeD To HER to bE gRoWing
CarElEss abOut eXPenSes. Her tImid, over-aNxiOUs miNd CoNjured uP
the vision of a SlOwly rising TiDe oF debt, aND It haunteD her all
day. When she went to HEr frame She Was alReadY tired out, And Yet
theRe sHE sat ovEr it hoUr aftEr HouR.

dAddy wAS BlInd. buT Sarah, the sTOUt cOok, whO wOrshIpped heR,
 will
not." No, my prettydear, nottillthe  "w im pled , wh ining, purblin d ,
wa yward boy" comes thisroad- -o h , no ,  n ot ti ll next ti m e ! Q ui te  so .' 
S he le t h im rail , and said  no th ing. She sat do wn to herwor k; he
facedrou nd upo nher sudde nly , and  said, frowni ng:

'Wha td o youm ean byi t ,eh?You're as good-lo o ki n g as anybody!' 

'Wel l, Iw a ntyou  to thinkit , fat h er,' sh e  s a i d , a f fectionately, 
raising he r  ey es tohi s.A  mothe r mus th ave  seen the s hrin king
sadn ess be n eath th e  smile.  WhatDad dysaww as  s imp ly a r o un ded gir lish fac e,  w ith s oftc h e e ks a ndlips  whic h seemed to h immade for  kiss ing;noth in g toset th e Tha me s on fire, perh aps,  but whysho ul d s he  runh erself  do wn?  It ann oyed hi m , t ou c h e dhis vanity.

'Oh,Id a re  say!' h e said to  h e r, rough ly , w itha n  affe cted br utality.  'Buty ou 'l l be pr ec ious d is app oin ted i f  som e oneelse
doe sn'tt hink so too. D o n't tell me!' 
S h e  b e nt o ver  her framewith o ut s peak i ng . B u t her  hear tf il l ed with
bitterness,  a nd a k ind o f revolt agai nst her li f e . 

Meanwh ileh er conscience acc usedher aboutL ucy. Luc y mus t have g ot
hersel f into tro ubl e a t h ome , th at she was su r e  of.  A nd it w asunlikeher  to  ke epit  to herse lf--notto  c om eand  comp l ain.

So me  da ys --a  week - -passe d. Bu t Do ra  d a red  not ve n tu r e  her se lf  int o
h er  uncl e'sh ous e after  Daddy'sesc a pade ,an d she w as, besides,mu ch pressed  w ith  her w o r k. A who le set of altar furnitu r e for a 
ne w chu rchat Blackb urn  had t o b e  finis hed by  a gi ve n d a y .

Th e af fai rs  of the Pa r l our  trou bl ed h er, and  she got up long b e for e
it was ligh t t o ke e p  t heb oo k s i no rde r and to plan for  the day.Da d dy  had no he a d f or  figure s, andhe se e med toher to be  growingca rele s s  ab out expens es. Hertimid, ov e r-anx i ou s min d c onjure dupthe v isiono f a  slow ly ris in g tide  of d eb t, and i t haunted her all
day.When s he we ntto her fr ame she  was alre adytired out,  an d y et
th ere she s at o v er  it hourafte r  hour.

D a dd y w a s  b lind. But S a r a h,the s tou t  cook,  who  worshipped her,
 will
not."_No, my_pretty dear, not till_the "wimpled,_whining,_purblind,
wayward boy"_comes_this road--oh, no,_not till next_time! Quite so.'

She let_him rail, and_said_nothing. She sat down to her work; he
faced round upon her suddenly, and said,_frowning:

'What_do you_mean_by_it, eh? You're as good-looking_as anybody!'

'Well, I want you_to think_it, father,' she said, affectionately,
raising her eyes to_his._A mother must_have seen the shrinking
sadness beneath the smile. What Daddy_saw was simply a rounded
girlish face,_with soft cheeks_and_lips_which seemed to him_made
for kissing; nothing to set the_Thames on fire, perhaps, but why
should_she run herself down? It annoyed him,_touched his vanity.

'Oh, I dare say!'_he said to her, roughly,_with an_affected
brutality. 'But you'll be precious_disappointed if some_one else
doesn't_think so too._Don't tell me!'

She bent over her_frame without speaking._But her heart filled with
bitterness, and_a_kind of revolt_against_her_life.

Meanwhile her_conscience accused her_about_Lucy. Lucy_must_have got
herself into trouble at home,_that_she was sure of. And it was
unlike_her to keep it_to_herself--not to come and_complain.

Some days--a week--passed. But Dora_dared not venture herself into
her uncle's_house after_Daddy's escapade,_and she was, besides,
much pressed with her work. A whole set_of altar furniture for a
new church_at Blackburn had to_be finished_by_a given day.

The_affairs_of the_Parlour troubled her, and she got up_long before
it_was light to keep the books_in order and to_plan_for the day.
Daddy had no head_for figures, and he seemed to_her to be growing
careless about_expenses._Her_timid, over-anxious mind conjured up
the_vision of a slowly rising tide_of debt, and_it haunted her all
day. When she went_to_her frame she was already tired_out,_and yet
there she sat over it_hour_after_hour.

Daddy was blind. But Sarah,_the stout cook, who worshipped her,