"Go on, Daisy. About what?"
"All that trouble we had, papa."
"What I want to know is, why you did not feel grateful for your aunt's kindness just now, which she had been at some pains to show you."
"Papa," said Daisy, wistfully, "it was not kindness it was pay; and I did not want pay."
"Pay? For what?"
"For my Egyptian spoon, papa."
"I do not understand what you are talking of, Daisy."
"No, papa," said Daisy; so simply showing her wish that he should not, as well as her knowledge that he did not, that Mr. Randolph could not forbear smiling.
"But I mean to understand it," he said.
"It was my old Egyptian spoon, papa; the doll was meant to be pay for that."