"Papa, this morning did better, for it was pleasanter."
"Do you call that an answer?" said Mr. Randolph, who was still softly kissing her.
"Papa, if you would be so very good as not to ask me that?"
"I am not good at all, Daisy. I ask, and I mean to know."
Daisy was in trouble. No entreaty was worth a straw after that. She was puzzled how to answer.
"Papa," she ventured, "I don't like to tell you, because
Ransom would not like I should."
"Ransom's pleasure must give way to mine, Daisy."
"He wanted the pony-chaise," said Daisy, looking very downcast.
"And you gave it him?"
"No, sir."