The glass was broken; the
case was open; it lay in his hand a mangled creature. Mary heard
the rush of its departing life, as the wheels went whirring, and
the hands circled rapidly.
They stopped motionless. She looked up in her father's face with
a smile. He was looking concerned.
"I am very sorry, Mary," he said; "but, if it is past repair, I
will get you another.--You don't seem to mind it much!" he added,
and smiled himself.
"Why should I, father dear?" she replied. "When one's father
breaks one's watch, what is there to say but 'I am very glad it
was you did it'? I shall like the little thing the better for
it."
He kissed her on the forehead.
"My child, say that to your Father in heaven, when he breaks
something for you. He will do it from love, not from blundering.
I don't often preach to you, my child--do I? but somehow it comes
to me to-night."
"I will remember, father," said Mary; and she did remember.
She went with him to his bedroom, and saw that everything was
right for him. When she went again, before going to her own, he
felt more comfortable, he said, and expected to have a good
night. Relieved, she left him; but her heart would be heavy. A
shapeless sadness seemed pressing it down; it was being got ready
for what it had to bear.
When she went to his room in the middle of the night, she found
him slumbering peacefully, and went back to her own and slept
better.
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