"Well, papa."
"How has the feast gone off?"
"I don't know, papa. There's nothing left but the boards and the cups and saucers."
Mr. Randolph sat down and drew his little daughter up to his side.
"Have you enjoyed it, Daisy?"
"Yes, papa—I have enjoyed it pretty well."
"Only pretty well!—for your birthday! Do you think now you made a good choice, Daisy?"
"Yes, sir—I think I did."
"What has been wanting? I am afraid your ham did not figure on the board, if it is so empty?"
Daisy did not answer, but her father watching her saw something in her face which made him pursue the subject.