She was unspeakably touched by the tender efforts of her father to think of cheerful subjects on which to talk, and so to take her thoughts away from dwelling on all that had happened of late. It was some months since he had been so talkative as he was this day. He would not let her sit up, and offended Dixon desperately by insisting on waiting upon her himself.
At last she smiled; a poor, weak little smile; but it gave him the truest pleasure.
"It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores," said Margaret. The remark was more in character with her father than with her usual self; but to-day they seemed to have changed natures.
"Her mother was a Spaniard, I believe: that accounts for her religion. Her father was a stiff Presbyterian when I knew him. But it is a very soft and pretty name."

She was unspeakably touched by her father's tender efforts to talk of cheerful subjects. It was some months since he had been so talkative.
At last she smiled; a poor, weak smile; but it gave him the truest pleasure.
'It seems strange to think that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores, which means sorrows,' said Margaret.
'Her mother was a Spaniard, I believe: that accounts for her religion. Her father is a stiff Presbyterian.'
