Come, take your places." "It was cloudy, you know, mamma, and we couldn't see the sun," said Harold, who was already at the table.
"Very well, Harold, you must try to guess better next time.

Rose, help Elsie to some of that omelet and a bit of the cold tongue." "No, thank you, ma'am; papa does not allow me to eat meat at night," said the little girl resolutely, turning her eyes away from the tempting dish.
"Ah! I forgot, but you can eat the omelet, dear," Mrs.Allison said; "and help her to the honey, and a piece of that cheese, Rose, and put some butter on her plate." It cost Elsie quite a struggle, for she was as fond of good things as other children, but she said firmly, "No, thank you, ma'am, I should like the omelet, and the honey and the cheese too, very much, but as I was late to-night, I can only have dry bread, because you know my papa said so." Harold spoke up earnestly.

"But, mamma, it wasn't her fault; she wanted to come home in time, and Sophy and I wouldn't." "No, mamma, it wasn't her fault at all," said Sophy, eagerly, "and so she needn't have just bread, need she ?" "No, Elsie dear, I think not.

Do, dear child, let me help you to something; here's a saucer of berries and cream; won't you take it?
I feel quite sure your papa would not insist upon the bread and water if he were here, and I am sorry he and Edward happen to be away to tea." "As it was not your fault, Elsie dear, I think you might venture," said Rose, kindly.

"I wouldn't want you to disobey your papa, but under the circumstances, I don't think that it would be disobedience." "You are very kind, Miss Rose, but you don't know papa as well as I do," Elsie replied, a little sadly.