I fear I am going to be ill, perhaps to die! Oh, papa, will I never see you again?
I want to ask you to forgive me for all the naughty thoughts and feelings I have ever had towards you.

I think I have never disobeyed you in _deed_, papa--except the few times you have known of, when I forgot, or thought you bade me break God's law--but twice I have rebelled in my heart.

Once when you took Miss Rose's letter from me, and again when mammy told me you had said she must go away.

It was only for a little while each time, papa, but it was very wicked, and I am very, _very_ sorry; will you please forgive me?
and I will try never to indulge such wicked feelings again." The paper was blistered with Elsie's tears, and _other_ tears were falling thick and fast upon it now.
"_She_ to ask forgiveness of me, for a momentary feeling of indignation when I so abused my authority," he groaned.

"Oh, my darling! I would give all I am worth to bring you back for one hour, that I might ask _your_ forgiveness, on my knees." But there was more of the letter, and he read on: "Dear papa," she continued, "should I die, and never see you again in this world, don't ever feel vexed with yourself, and think that you have been too severe with me.