"Speak, Daisy; the telling whatever there is to tell must come upon you," her father said. "Your business is to explain the charge Ransom has brought against you."
All Daisy's meditations had not brought her to the point of knowing what to say in this conjuncture. She hesitated.
"Speak, Daisy!" her father said, peremptorily.
"Papa, they had put me Eloise and Theresa Stanfield they had put me to watch the things."
"What things?"
"The dinner the things that had been taken out of the hampers and were spread on the tablecloth, where we dined."
"Watch for fear the fishes would carry them off?"
"No, sir, but Fido; Ransom's dog; he was running about."
"Oh! Well? "
"I kept Fido off, but I could not keep Ransom " Daisy said, low. "He was taking things."