"Certainly! if you were the friend."
"I thought by and by she might learn to like it," Daisy said, in the most sedately meek way possible.
Her father could not forbear a smile.
"But, Daisy, from what you tell me, I am at a loss to understand the part that all this could have had in your happiness."
"Oh, papa she is so miserable!" was Daisy's answer.
Mr. Randolph drew her close and kissed her.
"You are not miserable?"
"No, papa but "
"But what?"
"I would like to give her a little bit of comfort."