June's taps, however, continued so fearfully gentle, that Mrs. Randolph arose and came to the door herself. One or two of the touches of her imperative fingers brought a little figure in white night-dress and just-awakened face, to open the door.
"Daisy," said her mother, "what is your door fast for?"
"Mamma I wanted it fast for a few minutes."
"Did you lock it last night or this morning?"
"Last night I thought I meant to have opened it."
"Both your doors?"
"Yes, mamma."
"All night locked! Now, Daisy, I forbid you ever to turn the key in your door again, night or day."
"Oh, mamma! I want it shut sometimes."
"Hush. Go and let June dress you."