She raised her eyes to her father's face as he drew her chair up closer to the table.

The look seemed to ask forgiveness and reconciliation, and the answering smile told that it was granted; and the little heart bounded lightly once more, and the sweet little face was wreathed in smiles.
Sophy and Harold were watching her from the other side of the table, and their hopes rose high, for they very naturally concluded from her beaming countenance that she had carried her point, and they would all be allowed to go to the strawberry party next day.
Their disappointment was proportionally great, when, after supper, Elsie told them what her father's answer had really been.
"How provoking!" they both exclaimed; "why, you looked so pleased we were sure he had said yes; and we had quite set our hearts on it." "What is the matter ?" asked Richard, who had just come up to them.
They explained.
"Ah! so that was what you were crying about this afternoon, eh ?" he said, pinching Elsie's cheek.
"Did you really, Elsie ?" asked Sophy, in surprise.
Elsie blushed deeply, and Richard said, "Oh, never mind; I dare say we've all cried about more trifling things than that in our day.

Let's have a good game of romps out here on the lawn.

Come, what shall it be, Elsie ?" "I don't care," she replied, struggling to keep down an inclination to cry again.
"Puss wants a corner," suggested Harold; "trees for corners." "Here goes, then!" cried Richard.

"Sophy, you stand here; Elsie, you take that tree yonder.