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. “He cannot help loving you, dear. You must believe
your mamma is right.”

“Aren’t you ever, ever going to see your little girl, and
your little grand-girl?” asked Olney. “Oh, yes, please go and
see them. ae they want to see you velly, velly much.”

“T cannot go,” replied he, sadly.

“But why?” persisted Olney. “What will your little girl
do without any papa?” Slowly shaking her little head.

“She doesn’t love me, or she would not have run away,”
he answered.

“Oh, yes,” returned Olney, “she does. Why, I love my
papa, and I yaad away ever so many times. I wunned
away to-day to you.”

“So you did,” he replied. “ Maybe y: you are right, after all.”

“And my papa is so good,” Olney went on; “he loves me
and mamma so hard, and he tells me nice stories about when
he was a little boy, and mamma tells me about when she was
a little girl and had a nice papa like mine; and oh! we have
such good times; but mammy will put me to bed too soon.
Oh, I forgot mammy! She will think I have wunned all
around the world, and I don’t want to make my papa kwy.”
So she scrambled down from her friend’s arms, holding out her
hand and saying, “ Come.”

“Where?” asked her friend

“Come wif me,” said Olney.

So, taking the little warm hand in his, he walked down the