"I never can do without you; and don't you care to be with me ?" "Of course I do," said Lulu, twinkling away a tear, for they were raining from Grace's eyes now, and her bosom heaving with sobs, "and it's just the cruelest thing that ever was to separate us!" "But they won't if you'll only give up; and Grandpa Dinsmore says that horrid man sha'n't strike you again." "Grandpa Dinsmore is an old tyrant!" said Lulu.

"Nobody but a tyrant would want to force me to put myself in the way of being again treated in the cruel and insulting way Signor Foresti has treated me once already; and I _won't_ go back to him; no, not if they kill me!" "But oh, Lu, think of me!" sobbed Grace.

"Max can see you and talk with you every day, going and coming in the carriage, but I'm afraid I won't see you at all." "Oh, Grade, I have a thought!" exclaimed Lulu.

"Ask Mamma Vi if you mayn't ride back and forth with us every morning and afternoon.

There's room enough in the carriage, and the rides would be good for you.