Her toilet completed, she went down to the parlor, and there found her
grandfather alone.
He looked up with a welcoming smile; Violet had always been a particular
favorite with him.
"The first down, little cricket," he said, using an old-time pet name,
and pausing in his walk (for he was pacing the floor) to gallantly hand
her to a seat on a sofa; then placing himself by her side, "How extremely
youthful you look, my pet! Who would take you for a matron?"
"To tell you a secret, grandpa," she said, with a merry look, "I feel
quite young still when the children are not by; and not always very old
even when they are with me. By the way, how have they behaved themselves
today?"
A grave, slightly annoyed look came over his face as she asked the
question.
"Max and Gracie as well as any one could desire," he said; "but
Lulu--really, Vi, if she were my own child, I should try the virtue of a
rod with her."
Violet's face reflected the gravity of his, while she gave vent to an
audible sigh.
Mr. Dinsmore went on to describe Lulu's behavior on that and several
other days, then wound up with the question, "What do you think her
father would have me do with her?"
"I suppose he would say send her to a boarding-school; but, grandpa, I am
very loath to see that done.
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