"Daisy, answer," said her father gravely.
"No, papa,"—Daisy said low as before.
"Why not?"
"Papa," said Daisy with a good deal of difficulty and hesitation—"that is all passed—I do not want to say anything more about it."
"About what?"
"About—papa, I do not think mamma would like to have me talk about it."
"Go on, Daisy.—About what?"
"All that trouble we had, papa."
"What I want to know is, why you did not feel grateful for your aunt's kindness just now, which she had been at some pains to shew you."
"Papa," said Daisy wistfully,—"it was not kindness—it was pay; and I did not want pay."