"So you came home?"
"Yes, papa. No, papa, I went to ride with Dr. Sandford."
"Have you asked leave of your mother?"
"No, papa," said Daisy, in a tone of voice which sufficiently expressed that she did not intend it.
"So, my dear little Daisy," said her father, drawing his arm round her a little more closely "you think a rose-bush would serve instead of friends to make this poor creature happy?"
"Oh, no, papa!"
"What was the purpose of it, then?"
"Only to get her to like me, papa."
"What were you going to do to make her happy?"
"Papa, if you lived in such a place, in such a way, wouldn't you like to have a friend come and see you sometimes?"