"Then he comes here to see you?"
"And you, papa."
"I am afraid he does not come to see me," papa said. "Do you like to see him very much, Daisy?"
"Certainly, papa; very much; because he is an old, old, very good friend. That is all."
"You are sure?"
"Quite sure, papa."
"I believe that is all," said papa, looking into my face.
"I am afraid, however, that our friend wishes he were not quite so old a friend."
"No, papa," I said; "you are, mistaken. I am sure Mr.
Dinwiddie does not think so. He knows better."
"How does he know better?"