"Father, you are ill," she said, as he tottered to the wicker-bottomed arm-chair, while Lyddy stood by, shaking her head.
"No, my dear," he answered feebly, as she took off his hat and looked in his face inquiringly; "I am weary."
"Let me lay these things down for you," said Esther, touching the bundle in the handkerchief.
"No; they are matters which I have to examine," he said, laying them on the table, and putting his arm across them. "Go you to bed, Lyddy."
"Not me, sir. If ever a man looked as if he was struck with death, it's you, this very night as here is."
"Nonsense, Lyddy," said Esther, angrily. "Go to bed when my father desires it. I will stay with him."
Lyddy was electrified by surprise at this new behaviour of Miss Esther's. She took her candle silently and went.
"Go you too, my dear," said Mr Lyon, tenderly, giving his hand to Esther, when Lyddy was gone. "It is your wont to go early. Why are you up?"
"Let me lift your porridge from before the fire, and stay with you, father. You think I'm so
