CHAPTER XVII.
At Woodburn Captain Raymond and his eldest daughter had had their usual early ramble together about the grounds; then, coming in, had found a large mail, containing a number of business letters for him, awaiting them.
"I hope they are such as I can answer for you on the typewriter, papa," Lucilla said cheerfully.
"Yes," he replied; "if you have time and inclination to do so." "Always time to work for my father," she said, giving him a bright, sweet smile, as she seated herself before the machine.
"Then we will do it at once," he said, returning the smile as he uncovered the machine and put the paper in place for her.

"'Business before pleasure' is a good rule, and my dear, helpful daughter makes it an easier one for me to follow than it would be without her assistance." "I am so glad it does, papa; so glad I am of some use to you," she returned, blushing with pleasure as she spoke.
"I know you are, daughter dear, else I should not call upon you for these services," he said heartily; then, glancing over a letter he had just opened, he began dictating.
He had not said anything to her about the talk he and Donald Keith had had the night before, nor did he intend to.

So sure of the result was he that it did not seem at all necessary, and he thought the knowledge of what was before her would only cause her embarrassment and discomfort.
He did not know what opportunity Keith might seize, and it seemed better to leave her in ignorance of his intentions.
"Is that all, father ?" she asked presently, when several letters had been written.
"Yes, daughter," he replied; "and now we can feel free for the day.

I hope it will be a pleasant one to you." "I expect it to be, papa," she returned; "Pinegrove is a beautiful place, and the Howards are delightful people.

No relation to me, but tolerably near cousins to Mamma Vi, you know." "Yes; Mrs.Howard being half sister to her grandfather," he said with an amused look.