"I do not think my mind changed," said Daisy, slowly "but I was willing she should have it."
"Daisy, this whole affair is a mystery to me yet. In this case, why was it not kind in your aunt to bestow this French doll upon you? It seems to me very kind."
"Yes papa you do not understand."
"Make me understand. Daisy, I command you to tell me all that you have not told me. You need not think of anything now, except my command."
Daisy did, perhaps; for now her lip quivered slightly; and for a moment she hid her face, in her father's bosom. Mr. Randolph wrapped his arms round her and stooped his head to hear the story which Daisy was obliged to give. She gave it fully, and he heard it quite through in silence. And he made no observation upon it when it was finished; he only asked her, "Was there no resentment in your refusal of thanks to your aunt just now?"
"No, papa" said Daisy; with too sweet and artless utterance for him to doubt her.
"But, then, Daisy, we come back to the cause of your mother's displeasure. Good breeding requires that people should not be rude, even by silence."
"Papa, I did not know how to be polite with truth."
"You could have said you were very much obliged to your aunt."
"But, I was not, papa."