"What are you going to do with them then?" asked Johnny.
"I couldn't have 'em in the house when mamma feels so about it," said Daisy, choking back a sob, and trying to be very brave.
"She said you could," said Bob.
"Yes, I know she did," answered Daisy; "but she don't like it, I know she don't, and so I'm going to give 'em back to Frankie."
"But, Daisy"—began Johnny.
"No, no," said Daisy, putting out a little hand to stop him, "don't speak to me about it, Johnny, 'cause I do feel so very bad, then maybe I wouldn't; and I should fink a little girl who wouldn't rafer please her mamma than to have white mice must be the naughtiest little girl in the world."
"You dear little thing!" exclaimed Maggie.
"I don't believe mamma would care at all so long as she never saw them," said Bob; "do you, Nellie?"
Nellie hesitated.
"I do think she would care," she answered reluctantly, for Daisy's wistful eyes were raised to her face, as if hoping for an encouraging answer; "but she has made up her mind to bear it for Daisy's sake."