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"Father," she said, "I wish you'd let o to Paris and study art Not now," she hurriedly explained with a sudden vision of being taken at her word and packed off to France before six o'clock on Monday , "not now, but later In the autumn perhaps I would work very hard I wish you'd let me"

He put on his spectacles and looked at her istful kindness She read in his glance only a frozen contempt

"No, my child," he said Paris is a sink of iniquity I passed a week there once, o It was at the ti discontented, Lizzie Work is the cure for that Mrs Sys are not cut out yet"

"I'll cut them out to-day They haven't finished the shirts yet, anyway," said Betty; "but I do wish you'd just think about Paris, or even London"

"You can have lessons at ho- one of theh School I see"

"But that's not what I want," said Betty with a courage that surprised her as ets older every day, and presently I shall be quite old, and I shan't have been anywhere or seen anything"

He thought he laughed indulgently at the folly of youth She thought his laugh the most contemptuous, the cruelest sound in the world "He doesn't deserve that I should tell hiht, "and I won't I don't care!"

"No, no," he said, "no, no, no The hoirls The safe quiet shelter of the home Perhaps soht now and then If you h his spectacles, her flushed prettiness, and old as he was he reh how a face like hers would seeet a husband? So he spoke in kindly irony And she hated him for a wanton insult

"Try to do your duty in that state of life to which you are called," he went on: "occupy yourself withNo, don't havehow his advice about household details had been follohen last he gave it "Don't be a discontented child Go and cut out the nice little chemises" This seemed to hiustine, pleased with himself