“As friends,” I replied. “Friends who have come to place ourselves at your service; haven't we, Miss Shafthead?”
“Yes,” said she, “we are friends. Don't you believe me, Dick?”
“Who sent you?” he asked.
“I came myself.”
“Does my father know?”
“No.”
Dick's manner changed.
“It's very good of you, Daisy. Unfortunately—” here he hesitated in some embarrassment—“unfortunately, I am engaged—I mean I have some one with me.”
At this crisis Miss Daisy rose to the occasion in a way that surprised me, even though I had done little but admire her spirit since we met.
“Of course,” she replied, with a smile; “I was sure you would have, Dick, and I want to see you both.”