"Yes, sir."
Mr. Randolph was not quite satisfied. There was no doubting Daisy; but he had reasons of his own for knowing that she had not said to him quite all that she had confessed to her brother. He would have liked the whole confession; but did not see how he could get at it just now. He took a little gold piece out of his pocket and quietly slipped it into Daisy's hand.
"Papa! what is this for?"
"For your poor woman, if you like. You can send it to her by Sam."
"O thank you, papa! But papa, she won't take it so—she will not take the least thing without working to pay for it."
"How do you know?"
"She told me so, papa."
"Who told you so?"
"The poor woman—Mrs. Harbonner."
"Where did you see her?"