"The problem can be solved," said I, "in several ways. One is, to keep Miss Holroyd in the house——"
"I shall not stay in!" cried Daisy indignantly.
We all laughed, and her father assured her that she should not be abused.
"Even if I did stay in," she said, "one of these birds might alight on Master Dick."
She looked saucily at me as she spoke, but turned crimson when her father observed quietly, "You don't seem to think of me, Daisy."
"Of course I do," she said, getting up and putting both arms around her father's neck; "but Dick—as—as you call him—is so helpless and timid."
My blissful smile froze on my lips.
"Timid!" I repeated.
She came back to the table, making me a mocking reverence.
"Do you think I am to be laughed at with impunity?" she said.