"I don't know," said Susan, "but I love her dearly."
"More silly you," said he.
"She feeds out of my hand, she follows me about; I have always taken care of her; my mother gave her to me."
"Well, say no more about it, then; if you love your lamb better than both your father and your mother, keep it, and good morning to you."
"Stay, oh stay!" cried Susan, catching his coat with an eager, trembling hand—"a whole week, did you say? My mother may get better in that time. No, I do not love Daisy half so well." The struggle in her mind ceased, and with a calm voice she said, "Take the lamb."
"Where is it?" said the Attorney.
"Grazing in the meadow, by the river-side."
"It must be brought up before nightfall for the butcher, remember."
"I shall not forget it," said Susan, steadily.
As soon, however, as the cruel man turned his back and left the house, Susan sat down, and hid her face in her hands. She was soon roused by the sound of her mother's feeble voice calling her from the inner room where she lay. Susan went in.