“Some mischief is brewing. So Auntie be prepared to shake your head and look grave. But mum, I see, is the word.”
Here the door slowly opened, and Daisy appeared, looking very shy and ill at ease.
“Please, Auntie, may we have a little fun?”
“Pleasure,” was loudly whispered through the key-hole.
“Oh! I meant pleasure. Could we have a little pleasure?”
“What else have you been having all day long, I should like to know?” asked Papa.
“Yes, Papa; I know, but we want, I believe—” and Daisy, quite at loss for words, looked wistfully toward the key-hole.
“To amuse the children,” prompted Artie.
“Oh, yes, Papa! Artie and I want to amuse the children.”