"No."
"Have you seen your things yet?"
"My things?—what things?"
"Why your things—your birthday things. Of course you haven't or you'd know. Never mind, you'll know what I mean by and by. I say, Daisy——"
"What?"
"You know when papa asked you this morning why you didn't go yesterday to Crum Elbow?——"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell him?"
Daisy hesitated. Ransom was cutting a pencil vigorously, but as she was silent he looked up.
"Why didn't you tell him? did you tell him afterwards?"