"Is it Mr. Traverse that is
going to take you away from us?"
"He will not take me away while papa needs me; but it is to be a secret for
the present, Mrs. Jarvis, for under the circumstances we can make no plans
for the future."
"Yes, I understand you, dear. You can trust me; and I am well pleased to
hear of your good fortune. Mr. Traverse is thoughtful and tender beyond his
years, and I have learned to respect him highly. But you will go and lie
down now, won't you? I will see to everything, so go to your room and make
your mind easy about the work this morning."
When Dexie appeared again in her father's room some hours later, he looked
at her with pleasure. Her face seemed to have grown beautiful; love had so
glorified it that her happiness seemed to speak from every feature. He did
not wonder that Guy Traverse had lost his heart to his little nurse.
"Do you feel well enough to-day, papa, to dictate those unfinished
stories?" she asked, as she wheeled his couch over to the sunshine. "You
have left those three fishermen quarrelling about who caught the largest
fish, till by this time the fish must be spoiled, to say nothing of the
temper of the fishermen.
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