But pet Daisy took hers in good part.
"I will," she said, clapping her hands, and looking as if tears were always the farthest thing possible from her bright face, "I will try. I won't cry a bit if I can help it, but just laugh, and be good all the time, unless I hurt myse'f, oh! very, very much, indeed. Nellie," pausing in her capers with an air of deep consideration,—"but, Nellie, if somebody cut off my nose, I ought to cry, oughtn't I?"
"Oh, yes! certainly," laughed Nellie.
"And if a bear did come, I could sc'eam very loud, couldn't I?"
"Yes, whenever that bear of yours comes, you can cry as loud as you please," answered Nellie.
"Oh! he's not mine," said Daisy. "He's a black man's, I b'lieve. I 'spect he's an old black Injin man's. There's mamma on the piazza, an' there's two ladies come to see her."
