"It can't be helped—how do you know that?" said Mr. Case.
"Sir, dear sir!" cried she, looking up at him, and a sudden ray of hope beamed in her sweet face.
"What if you could help it, Susan?" he said.
Susan clasped her hands in silence.
"You can help it, Susan." She started up. "What would you give now to have your father at home for a whole week longer?"
"Anything!—but I have nothing."
"Yes, you have a lamb," said the hard-hearted Attorney.
"My poor little Daisy!" said Susan; "but what good can she do?"
"What good can any lamb do? Is not lamb good to eat? Why do you look so pale, girl? Are not sheep killed every day, and don't you eat mutton? Is your lamb better than anybody else's, think you?"