“My dear, you most unquestionably are a lovely woman,” said the cherub, taking up a tress in his hand.

“Look here, sir,” said Bella; “when your lovely woman marries, you shall have that piece if you like, and she’ll make you a chain of it. Would you prize that remembrance of the dear creature?”

“Yes, my precious.”

“Then you shall have it if you’re good, sir. I am very, very sorry, dearest Pa, to have brought home all this trouble.”