"Did you find out what Mrs. Parsons wants?" said Mrs.
Randolph.
"No, mamma she did not look as if she wanted anything, except to see me. And yet she is very poor, mamma."
At this speech Mr. Randolph burst into a round laugh, and even
Mrs. Randolph seemed amused.
"Did she look as if she wanted to see you, Daisy?"
"Papa, I think she did," said Daisy, colouring; "she said so at any rate; but I could not find out what else she would like."
"Daisy, I think she showed very good taste," said Mr. Randolph, drawing his little daughter into his arms; "but it would be safe to take something else with you when you go."
"Your birthday is next week, Daisy," said her mother; "and your aunt Gary and your cousins will be here. What would you like to have, to celebrate the day?"
"I don't know, mamma," said Daisy, returning her father's kisses.
"You may have what you please, if you will think and tell me."
"Mamma, may I talk to Nora Dinwiddie about it?"