There is your picture.

I cried very much when I looked at it that day, but it does not make me feel like crying now, and I am so _glad_ to have it.

Thank you a thousand times for giving it to me." "You are very welcome, darling; you deserve it all, and more than all," replied her father tenderly.

"And now," he asked, "will you look at the other rooms, or are you too tired ?" "I want to try the piano first, if you please, papa," she said; "it is so long since I touched one." He opened the instrument, and then picked her up and seated her on the stool, saying, "I am afraid you will find yourself hardly equal to the exertion; but you may try." She began a little piece which had always been a favorite of his--he standing beside her, and supporting her with his arm--but it seemed hard work; the tiny hands trembled so with weakness and he would not let her finish.
"You must wait until another day, dearest," he said, taking her in his arms; "you are not strong enough yet, and I think I will have to _carry_ you through the other rooms, if you are to see them at all.

Shall I ?" She assented, laying her head down languidly on his shoulder, and had very little to say, as he bore her along through the dressing-room, and into the bed-room beyond.
The bed looked very inviting with its snowy drapery, and he laid her gently down upon it, saying, "You are too much fatigued to attempt anything more, and must take a nap now, my pet, to recruit yourself a little before dinner." "Don't leave me, papa! _please_ don't!" she exclaimed, half starting up as he turned toward the door.
"No, dearest," he said, "I am only going to get your shawl to lay over you, and will be back again in a moment." He returned almost immediately, but found her already fast asleep.
"Poor darling! she is quite worn out," he murmured, as he spread the shawl carefully over her.