"It has all been good," said a gentleman, Mr. Sandford; "but this was remarkable."
"Thanks, I suppose you know to whose management," said the soft voice of the lady of the house.
"Management is a good thing," said the gentleman; "but there was more than management here, Mrs. Randolph. It was uncommon, upon my word! I suppose my wife came in for the wings, but where did the face come from?"
"Daisy," said Mr. Randolph, as he found his little daughter by his side again, "are you here?"
"Yes, papa."
Her father put his arm round her, as if to assure himself there were no wings in the case.
"How do you like playing pictures?"
"I think I do not like them very much " Daisy said, sedately, nestling up to her father's side.
"Not? How is that? Your performance has been much approved."
Daisy said nothing. Mr. Randolph thought he felt a slight tremor in the little frame.