As she came near the library window she saw her father, standing in it.
"Well, Daisy ?" "Well, papa." "How has the feast gone off ?" "I don't know, papa.

There's nothing left but the boards and the cups and saucers." Mr.Randolph sat down and drew his little daughter up to his side.
"Have you enjoyed it, Daisy ?" "Yes, papa--I have enjoyed it pretty well." "Only pretty well!--for your birthday! Do you think now you made a good choice, Daisy ?" "Yes, sir--I think I did." "What has been wanting?
I am afraid your ham did not figure on the board, if it is so empty ?" Daisy did not answer, but her father watching her saw something in her face which made him pursue the subject.
"Did it ?" "No, papa," said Daisy, colouring a little.
"How was that ?" "Joanna arranged everything that was to go on the table." "And left the ham out of the question?
It seems to me that was a mistake, though I am not much of a housekeeper.

Why was that ?" "Papa," said Daisy, "do you think I would make a wrong use of a ham ?" Mr.Randolph laughed.

"Why Daisy, unless you are a finished economist, that might be.

Do you mean that I am not to know the particular use made of this ham ?" "Papa, I wish you would not desire to know!" But Daisy's face was too much in earnest.