"At dinner? what was that?"
The child lifted her eyes now to her father's face, a little wistfully.
"Papa don't you know? I was only praying a minute."
Mr. Randolph stretched out his arm, drew Daisy up to him, placed her on his knee, and looked down into her face.
"Did you have no supper downstairs?"
"No, sir."
"Do you like bread and milk better than other things?"
"No, papa."
"I met June with a great tray of supper things, and she said you would not eat them. Why was that?"
"Papa," said Daisy, "I thought mamma did not mean me to have those things to-night."