"What sort of an expedition did you have, Daisy ?" her father asked at breakfast next morning.

Company the evening before had prevented any talk about it.
"O very good, papa! It was as good as a fairy tale." "Was it ?" said Mr.Randolph.

"I wonder what pitch of excellence that is.
I don't remember ever finding a fairy tale very good to me." "Did you ever read any, papa ?" "I don't know! Were you not tired with your long drive ?" "O no, papa!" "Would you like to go again ?" "Yes papa, very much." "You may go as often as you like--only always let Sam be along." "Did you find out what Mrs.Parsons wants ?" said Mrs.Randolph.
"No, mamma--she did not look as if she wanted anything, except to see me.

And yet she is very poor, mamma." At this speech Mr.Randolph burst into a round laugh, and even Mrs.
Randolph seemed amused.
"Did she _look_ as if she wanted to see you, Daisy ?" "Papa, I think she did," said Daisy colouring; "she said so at any rate; but I could not find out what else she would like." "Daisy, I think she shewed very good taste," said Mr.Randolph, drawing his little daughter into his arms; "but it would be safe to take something else with you when you go." "Your birthday is next week, Daisy," said her mother; "and your aunt Gary and your cousins will be here.

What would you like to have, to celebrate the day ?" "I don't know, mamma," said Daisy, returning her father's kisses.
"You may have what you please, if you will think and tell me." "Mamma, may I talk to Nora Dinwiddie about it ?" "Nonsense! What for ?" "Only to consult, mamma." "Consult Ransom.