He would not kiss me even when he went
away. Oh, Mysie! that's worse than anything,' and Dolores's face
contracted with tears very near at hand. 'I did always so love Uncle
Regie, and he won't forgive me, and father will be just the same.'
'Poor dear, dear Dolly,' said Mysie, hugging her.
'But you know fathers always forgive, and we will try and make a little
prayer about it, like the Prodigal Son's, you know.'
'I don't blow properly,' said Dolores.
'I think I can say him,' said Mysie, and the little girls sat with
enfolded arms, while Mysie reverently went through the parable.
'But he had been very wicked indeed,' objected Dolores, 'what one calls
dissipated. Isn't that making too much of such things as girls like us
can do.'
'I don't know,' said Mysie, knitting her young brows; 'you see if we
are as bad as ever we can be while we are at home, it is really and
truly as bad in us ourselves as in shocking people that run away,
because it shows we might have done anything if we had not been taken
care of. And the poor son felt as if he could not be pardoned, which
is just what you do feel.'
'Aunt Lily forgives me,' said Dolores, wistfully.
'And your father will, I'm sure,' said Mysie, 'though he is yet a great
way off. And as to Uncle Regie, I do wish something would happen that
you could tell the truth about. If you had only broken the palm-tree
instead of me, and I didn't do right even about that! But if any
mischief does happen, or accident, I promise you, Dolly, you shall have
the telling of it, if you have had ever so little to do with it, and
then mamma will write to Uncle Regie that you have proved yourself
truthful.
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