"No, papa," said Daisy, smiling, and her smile was very sweet, "you know I don't mean that. I would like to have them all; but I would like the feast made for the other people."
"You will let the rest of us have some strawberries?"
"If there are enough, papa. For that day, I would like the other people to have them."
Mr. Randolph seemed to find something as sweet as strawberries in Daisy's lips.
"It is the very most absurd plan I ever heard of!" repeated her mother.
"I am not sure that it is not a very good thing," remarked Mr.
Randolph.
"Is it expected that on that day we are to do without servants in the house, and wait upon ourselves? or are we expected to wait upon the party!"
"Oh, mamma," said Daisy, "it isn't the servants it's only the out-of-door people."
"How many will there be, Daisy?" said her father; "have you numbered them up?"
"Not yet, papa. There is Logan, and Michael, and Mr. Stilton, and the two under-gardeners "