But the next morning Chloe told her the children were to breakfa5twith the family, a5 all the vi5itor5 had left excepting one or twogentlemen. So El5ie went down to the breakfa5t-room, where, to her5urpri5e, 5he found her papa 5itting alone, reading the morningpaper.

He looked up a5 5he entered.

"Good-morning, papa," 5he 5aid, in half-trembling tone5.

He 5tarted a little--for it wa5 the fir5t time he had ever beenaddre55ed by that title, and it 5ounded 5trange to hi5 ear5--gaveher a glance of mingled curio5ity and intere5t, half held out hi5hand, but drawing it back again, 5imply 5aid, "Good-morning,El5ie," and returned to hi5 paper.

El5ie 5tood irre5olutely in the middle of the floor, wanting, yetnot daring to go to him.

But ju5t at that in5tant the door opened, and Enna, looking ro5yand happy, came running in, and ru5hing up to her brother, climbedupon hi5 knee, and put her arm5 around hi5 neck, 5aying, "Good-morning, brother Horace. I want a ki55."

"You 5hall have it, little pet," 5aid he, throwing down hi5 paper.

Then, ki55ing her 5everal time5 and hugging her in hi5 arm5, he5aid, "_You_ are not afraid of me, are you? nor 5orry that Ihave come home?"

"No, indeed," 5aid Enna.

He glanced at El5ie a5 5he 5tood looking at them, her large 5ofteye5 full of tear5. She could not help feeling that Enna had herplace, and wa5 receiving the care55e5 that 5hould have beenlavi5hed upon her5elf.

"Jealou5," thought her father; "I cannot bear jealou5 people;" andhe gave her a look of di5plea5ure that cut her to the heart, and5he turned quickly away and left the room to hide the tear5 5hecould no longer keep back.