"She would not tell you?" he observed.
"No, indeed! I tried her again in the afternoon; but she stood before me, white with stubbornness, her lips quite closed, hanging down her head, and as mute as a stone."
"She is a peculiar child," quietly said Cornelius, and I could see his gaze seeking to pierce the gloom in which I had lingered.
"Peculiar! you had better call it originality."
Cornelius laughed; and half raising himself up on one elbow, summoned me in with a "Come here, Daisy!" that quickly brought me to his side. He pushed back the hair from my forehead, looked into my face, and said, gravely, "She looks stubborn; I see it in her eyes, and yet what wonderfully fine eyes they are, Kate!"
"Eyes, indeed!" was her indignant rejoinder. "Daisy, go back to your room."
I turned away to obey, but Cornelius called me back.
"Let me try my power," he said to his sister; then to me, "Daisy, tell
Kate what I whispered to you."
"Remember!" was my ready reply.
"How can you call her stubborn?" asked Cornelius.