"Perhaps dear papa will come to say good-night before I am
asleep," she murmured to herself as, calmed and soothed by thus
casting her burden on the Lord, she laid her head upon her pillow.
He, however, had become interested in the subject of the tableaux,
and did not miss his little girl until the sound of the clock
striking ten reminded him of her, and he looked around expecting
to see her still in the room; but, not seeing her, he asked Lucy
Carrington where she was.
"Oh!" said Lucy, "she's been gone these two hours, I should think!
I guess she must have gone to bed."
"Strange that she did not come to bid me goodnight," he exclaimed
in a low tone, more as if thinking aloud than speaking to Lucy.
He hastily left the room.
Mr. Travilla followed.
"Dinsmore," said he.
Mr. Dinsmore stopped, and Travilla, drawing him to one side, said
in an undertone, "I think my little friend is in trouble to-
night."
"Ah!" he exclaimed, with a startled look, "what can it be? I did
not hear of any accident--she has not been hurt? is not sick? tell
me, Travilla, quickly, if anything ails my child.
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