She was ready to love all who treated her with justice and kindness, and her love for her father was intense.

To please him she would do or endure almost anything; that more than any other influence had kept her on her good behavior all these weeks.
She had sometimes rebelled inwardly, but there had been no greater outward show of it than a frown or a pout, which soon vanished under the kind and gentle treatment she received at the hands of Grandma Elsie and Mamma Vi.
Captain Raymond would have been much gratified could he have seen how, not only she, but all his children, were improving morally, mentally and physically in the wholesome atmosphere of their new home.
Gracie had gained largely in strength and vivacity, her cheeks were rounder and rosier than when she came to Ion, her eyes brighter; and though not yet equal to violent exercise, she could enjoy quiet plays, and would often laugh right merrily.
She had grown very fond of Dr.Conly, or Cousin Arthur as he told her to call him, and he of his little patient.

She was frequently hovering about him during Christmas day; and received a special invitation to Roselands.
"You and your mamma are to be my particular guests," he said, "and if you fail to enjoy yourselves it shall be from no fault of mine." "We shall not fail," Violet said with confidence.

"How could we with Cal and yourself for our hosts ?" The day proved propitious, all went and all enjoyed their visit, though to the older ones there was at first a feeling of subdued sadness in thinking of the old grandfather, whose chair was now vacant, and who had been wont to greet their coming with words of cordial welcome.
It was after dinner that Rose claimed her mother's promise.
"Well," said Elsie, glancing dreamily about, "this parlor where we are all sitting occupies the same part of the house, and is almost exactly like the one where the scenes I told you of took place." "What scenes ?" asked Dr.Conly, drawing near, with a look of interest.
Mr.Dinsmore, too, turned to listen.
"I have been telling the children about the Christmas holidays at Roselands the first winter after my father's return from Europe," she answered.

"It was before you were born, Cousin Arthur, while your mother was still a very young girl." "Mamma," asked Rosie, "where was grandpa sitting when you went to him and confessed that you had let Carry Howard cut off one of your curls ?" "Near yonder window.