see—I was going away—I didn't want to leave you alone for a fortnight to think all sorts of nonsense. And I thought my little girl could trust me." Charling hid her face in her hands. "Well! it's all right now! don't cry, my girlie." He drew her close to him.
"And you'll love Harry very much?"
"I will. He brought you back."
"And I'll love her very much. So that's all settled," said Charling cheerfully. Then her face fell again. "But, father, don't you love mother any more? Cook said you didn't."
He sighed and was silent. At last he said, "You are too little to understand, sweetheart. I have loved the lady who came home to-day all my life long, and I shall love your mother as long as I live."
"Cook said it was like being unkind to mother. Does mother mind about it, really?"
He muttered something inaudible—to the cook's address.
"I don't think they either of them mind, my darling Charling," he said. "You cannot understand it, but I think they both understand."
