"Why did you come to bed?"
"Papa—papa ordered me."
"It's all the same. If you had not come to bed, Daisy if you had been well,—would you have sung when I ordered you to-night?"
Daisy hesitated, and then said in a whisper:
"No, mamma—not that."
"Think before you answer me, for I shall not ask twice. Will you promise to sing the gypsy song, because I command you, next Sunday in the evening? Answer, Daisy."
Very low it was, for Daisy trembled so that she did not know how she could speak at all, but the answer came,—
"I can't, mamma."
Mrs. Randolph stepped to the bell and rang it. Almost at the same instant June entered, bearing a cup in her hand.
"What is that?" said Mrs. Randolph.