The Daughter of a Soldier by L.T. Meade

"You look tired, Maureen," said Henrietta, coming forward at that moment, "and as _I'm_ father's child, perhaps he would like me to pour out tea."

Maureen turned very red, but did not speak a word; she sat down quietly on a seat near Colonel Herbert. He looked at the child with unspeakable love and anxiety in his eyes. By-and-by, to Maureen's great rejoicing, she and the Colonel went off for their ride together.