Publisher's Synopsis
"Oh Truth, Thou art, whilst tenant in a noble breast, A crown of crystal in an iv'ry chest." Elsie felt in better spirits in the morning; her sleep had refreshed her, and she arose with a stronger confidence in the love of both her earthly and her heavenly Father. She found her papa ready, and waiting for her. He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. "My precious little daughter," he said, "papa is very glad to see you looking so bright and cheerful this morning. I think something was wrong with my little girl last night. Why did she not come to papa with her trouble?" "Why did you think I was in trouble, papa?" she asked, hiding her face on his breast. "How could I think otherwise, when my little girl did not come to bid me good night, though she had not seen me since dinner; and when I went to give her a good-night kiss I found her pillow wet, and a tear on her cheek?" "Did you come, papa?" she asked, looking up in glad surprise. "I did. Now tell me what troubled you, my own one?"
