"Daisy, your mother says he is engaged to this girl."
"It is a mistake, papa."
"You cannot prove it, my child."
"Time will."
"Then will be soon enough for my action."
"But papa, in the mean time? - think of the months he has been waiting already for an answer -"
I suppose the tears were in my eyes, as I pleaded, with my hand still upon papa's hand, covering the papers. He slowly drew his hand away, leaving the letter under mine.
"Well!" - said he, - "do as you will."
"You are not unwilling, papa?"
"I am a little unwilling, Daisy; but I cannot deny you, child.
I hope you are right."