THE BIRTHDAY.
"What sort of an expedition did you have, Daisy?" her father asked at breakfast next morning. Company the evening before had prevented any talk about it.
"Oh, very good, papa! It was as good as a fairy tale."
"Was it?" said Mr. Randolph. "I wonder what pitch of excellence that is. I don't remember ever finding a fairy tale very good to me."
"Did you ever read any, papa?"
"I don't know! Were you not tired with your long drive?"
"Oh, no, papa!"
"Would you like to go again?"
"Yes, papa, very much."
"You may go as often as you like only always let Sam be along."