I ask,--and I mean to know." Daisy was in trouble.

No entreaty was worth a straw after that.

She was puzzled how to answer.
"Papa," she ventured, "I don't like to tell you, because Ransom would not like I should." "Ransom's pleasure must give way to mine, Daisy." "He wanted the pony-chaise," said Daisy, looking very downcast.
"And you gave it him ?" "No, sir." "What then?
Daisy," said Mr.Randolph bringing her head round to face him, "tell me what I want to know without any more questions." "He took the chaise, papa,--that was all,--so I went this morning." "Ransom knew you wanted it ?" "Yes, sir." "Then Daisy, tell me further, why you did not give me this information when I asked about your drive this morning at breakfast ?" "Papa, I thought Ransom would not like to have it told." "Were you afraid he would revenge himself in any way if you did ?" "O no, papa! not at all." "Then what moved you to silence ?" "Why papa, I did not want to trouble Ransom.

I was afraid you would be displeased with him perhaps, if I told." "Were you not displeased when he took the chaise ?" "Yes, papa," said Daisy softly.
"And had your displeasure all gone off by this morning ?" "Yes, sir." Mr.Randolph was not quite satisfied.

There was no doubting Daisy; but he had reasons of his own for knowing that she had not said to him quite all that she had confessed to her brother.