Grandpa Dinsmore won't mind what kind of paper it is so the words are there." He led the way to a rustic seat, tore out the leaf, spread it on the cover of the book and handed that and the pencil to her.
"I needn't say much--need I, Max ?" she asked, looking at him through tear-dimmed eyes.
"No; just the few words you would say if he were here beside you." "I can't write nicely, my hand trembles so, and I can hardly see," she sobbed, taking out her handkerchief and wiping away the fast-falling tears." "Never mind; I know he won't care how it looks; he'll know why you couldn't do better." Thus encouraged, Lulu wrote with trembling fingers: "Grandpa Dinsmore, I'm sorry for having been so naughty, obstinate, and disobedient.

Please forgive me, and I will do whatever you bid me; even if you still say I must take lessons again of Signor Foresti." She signed her name in full, and handing it to Max, asked, "Will that do ?" "Yes; I'm sure it will; and I'm ever so glad you've done it at last, Lu." "But, oh! Max, how can I go back to that horrid man after I've said so many times that I never would ?" She seemed inclined to snatch the note out of his hand, but he stepped back quickly out of reach, hastily deposited it in the note-book, and that in his pocket.
"Don't repent of doing right, Lu," he said.

"Think that you may be averting sorrow and bereavement.

I think I'd better go now, before you change your mind." "Oh no, don't, Max," she entreated; "I'm so lonesome without you; let us keep together and comfort each other." Max yielded, and they sat down again side by side.
Just then one of the school-girls came flying down the walk toward them, crying out half-breathlessly as she drew near, "Lu Raymond, don't you want to hear the news ?" "What is it ?" Lulu asked indifferently.

"Something you'll be glad to hear.