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 could treat him properly. Looking up to see if there was no alternative, she ran out in great haste closing the door not very gently. The next moment she opened it just far enough to put her head through, and said pertly, "Father, I don't love you." About half an hour after she entered with a soft, light step, and intruding her curly head before the paper he was reading, looked in his face with great affection, saying, "Oh, father, I do love you," and put her arms around his neck for the pardoning kiss.

She looked for reproof oftentimes when she did not get it, and was very jealous of any given to Walter. It required the nicest discrimination to know when to observe, and when to pass by those many faults, which, noticed too often, would have discouraged her efforts to overcome them; and without sufficient and judicious restraint would have produced a capricious but self-willed character. Doubtless many were suffered to go unrebuked, that would have been deemed worthy of censure in Walter. She knew it.

Hearing her father reprove him once for something comparatively trivial, she looked up from the kitten she was arraying in a wreath of clover blossoms, saying, "Why father, I have done worse than that a great many times, and you didn't say anything to me for it."

He was always firm in exacting her obedience to what she knew to be his wish; but it was through love, not fear, he gained her submission. Once he counteracted his decision, which, she frequently said in after life, made one of the greatest impressions