It was a pretty sight! and prettier was the sight of little Daisy perched up at one end of the board and with tremulous fingers filling cups of coffee and ordering cups of tea.
"Miss Daisy," said Mrs.Stilton, "it's too much trouble for you to fill all them cups--sha'n't I come there, and take the responsibility?
if you would delegate me." Gladly Daisy agreed, slipped off her high chair, and saw Mrs.Stilton's full portly figure take the place.

But Daisy's labours were not ended.
She saw one of the Irish labourers sitting with his eyes straight before him and nothing on his plate for them to look at.

Daisy went round.

It was her feast; she felt she must do the honours.
"Will you have a cup of coffee ?" said a soft little voice at the man's elbow.

He started.
"Ach!--Sure Miss, I wouldn't be troublesome." "It's no trouble.