"Were you not displeased when he took the chaise?"
"Yes, papa," said Daisy, softly.
"And had your displeasure all gone off by this morning?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Randolph was not quite satisfied. There was no doubting Daisy; but he had reasons of his own for knowing that she had not said to him quite all that she had confessed to her brother. He would have liked the whole confession; but did not see how he could get at it just now. He took a little gold piece out of his pocket, and quietly slipped it into Daisy's hand.
"Papa! what is this for?"
"For your poor woman, if you like. You can send it to her by
Sam."
"Oh, thank you, papa! But, papa, she won't take it so she will not take the least thing without working to pay for it."
"How do you know?"
"She told me so, papa."