“Then you will try?” said Agnes.
Daisy came to her side, took her hand, and kissed her at last.
“Oh yes, I'll do my very best!” she exclaimed.
There followed one of those little displays of womanly affection that are so charming yet so tantalizing when one stands outside the embraces and thinks of the improvement that might be effected by a transposition of either of the actors.
“What will you say?” asked Dick, in a minute.
“I don't quite know,” replied Daisy, candidly. “I suppose I had better say that—”
She paused, as if considering.
“Say that this is one of the matches made in heaven!” I cried. “Say that not even a father has the right to stand between two people who love each other as these do!”
“By gad! Daisy,” said Dick, “you ought to take the monsieur with you. I don't believe there'd be any resisting him.”
“Let me come!” I exclaimed; “I claim the privilege. My rash counsels helped to cause this situation; permit me to try and make the atonement!”