The little girl ?

To the little girl he was a figure to be feared and avoided ​​​​​​. Every morning before going to work he came into her room and gave her a casual kiss, to which she responded with " Good  bya, father ". And oh, there was a glad sense of relief when she heard the noise of the carriage growing fainter and fainter down the long road! In the evening when he came home she stood near the staircase  and heard his loud voice in the hall. " Bring my tea into the drawing-room...Hasn't the paper come yet? Mother, go and see if my paper's out there-and bring me my slippers. " 

"Kezia , "  mother would call to her, " if you're a good girl you can come down and take off father's boots. Slowly the girl would slip down the stairs, more Slowly still across the hall, and push open the drawing-room door. By that time he had his spectacles on and looked at her over them in a way that was terrifying to the little girl.  " well, Kezia, hurty up and pull off these boots and take them outside. Have you been a good girl today?" " I d- d- don't  know ,father ."  " you  d- d- don't know?  If you stutter like that mother will have to take you to the doctor. "​

She never stuttered with other people ‐ had quite given it up- but only with father, because then she was trying so hard to say the words properly. " what the matter ? What are you looking so wretched about? mother, I wish you taught this child not to appear on the brink of suicide...here , Kezia  carry my teacup back to the table carefully. " he was so big- his hands and his neck, coma especially his mouth when he yawned. Thinking about him alone was like thinking about a giant. 

On Sunday afternoon grandfather send her down to the drinking -room to have a nice talk with father and mother" . But the little girl always found mother reading and fatherstretched out  on the Sofa coma his handkerchief on his face, his fit on one of the best cushions sleeping soundly and snoring. 

 she said on a stool, gravely watched him until he work and stretched coma and asked the time- then locate at her don't star so,Kezia. You look like a little Brown owl ." One day, when she was kept indoors with a cold, her grandmother told her that father's birthday was next week, and suggested she should make him a pin- cushions for a gift out of a beautiful piece of yellow silk.