"But, papa, -does the promise stand good, like Herod's promise to that dancing woman? is it to be whatever I ask?"
"I believe I said so, Daisy. By the way, why do you not like dancing?"
"I suppose I should like it, papa, if I let myself do it."
"Why not let yourself do it? You do not want to make yourself singular, Daisy."
"No more than I must, papa. But about your promise."
"Yes. Well?"
"It stands good, papa? if it is 'to the half of your kingdom.' "
"That was a rash promise of Herod, Daisy."
"Yes, papa; but I am not a dancing girl."
Papa laughed, and looked at me, and laughed again, and seemed a good deal amused.