“I’m Flower——”
“Well, and isn’t Daisy a flower? Now then, Daisy Rymple, tell your story as quickly as possible. I don’t mind giving you breakfast, but I’m as busy as possible to-day. I’ve six committee meetings on between now and two o’clock. Say your say, Daisy, and then you can go.”
“To stay? Good gracious! Scorpion, down, sir! Now, young lady, have you or have you not taken leave of your senses?”
“No, really. May I tell you my story?”
“If you take ten minutes over it; I won’t give you longer time.”
“I’ll try to get it into ten minutes. I’m an Australian, and so is David. David is my brother. We came over in the Australasia about six weeks ago. Dr. Maybright met us in London, and took us down to Sleepy Hollow.”
“Bless the man!—just like him. Had he any responsible matron or spinster in the house, child?”
“I don’t know; I don’t think so. There was Helen and Polly and——”
“I don’t want to hear about Polly! Go on; your ten minutes will soon be up. Go on.”