"I don't mind that, Cornelius."
"You must not speak."
"I don't mind that either."
"Have something else: a book with pictures."
I did not answer.
"And I will let you come in now and then."
I remained mute. Cornelius saw that what I had asked for, and nothing else, I would have. Again he warned me.
"Daisy, you will find it very dull to sit without speaking or moving. I pity you, my poor child."
I was shrewd enough to see through his pity. I looked up into his face, and said demurely—
"I shall not mind it, Cornelius."