He would be a much better help to you." Daisy looked sober and said nothing.
"Why not ?" said Mr.Randolph.

"Why not consult your brother ?" "Papa," said Daisy slowly, "Ransom and I do not understand each other." "Don't you," said her father laughing; "what is the cause of that, Daisy ?" Daisy was not very willing to answer, but being pressed by both father and mother she at length spoke.

"I think, papa, it is because he understands so many other things." Mr.Randolph was excessively amused.

"Ransom!"-- he called out to the hall.
"Please, papa, don't!" said Daisy.
"Ransom!--come here .-- What is this?
your sister says you do not understand her." "Well, papa," said Ransom, an exceedingly handsome and bright-looking boy and a great pet of his mother,--"there are things that are not deep enough to be understood." Daisy's lips opened eagerly and then closed again.
"Girls always use magnifying glasses where themselves are concerned!" went on Ransom, whose dignity seemed to be excited.
"Hush, hush!" said his father,--"take yourself off, if you cannot maintain civility.

And your mother does not like fishing-tackle at the breakfast-table--go! I believe," he said as Ransom bounded away, "I believe conceit is the normal condition of boyhood." "I am sure," said Mrs.Randolph, "girls have enough of it--and women too." "I suppose it would be rash to deny that," said Mr.Randolph.