A passionate child she was not, in outward manner at least; but her feelings once roused were by no means easy to bring down again.

She was exceedingly offended, very much disturbed at missing her errand, very sore at Ransom's ill-bred treatment of her.

Nobody was near; her father and mother both gone out; and Daisy sat upon the porch with all sorts of resentful thoughts and words boiling up in her mind.

She did not believe half of what her brother had said; was sure her father had given no order interfering with her proceedings; and she determined to wait upon the porch till he came home and so she would have a good opportunity of letting him know the right and the wrong of the case.

Ransom deserved it, as she truly said to herself.