CHAPTER XII.
Daisy came down to breakfast the next morning, looking so very bright and innocent and fresh, that perhaps Mr.Randolph thought his wife and sister were taking unnecessary trouble upon themselves.

At least Mrs.
Randolph so interpreted his manner, as she saw him put his arm round Daisy and bend down his head to hers.

The gay visitors were still at Melbourne, but they had not come down yet to breakfast that morning.
"Did you go to see your old woman yesterday ?" Mr.Randolph said.
"Yes, papa." "Did you enjoy your visit ?" "Very much, papa." Mrs.Randolph's head made a motion of impatience, which however those two did not see.
"How was that, Daisy?
I do not comprehend in this instance the sources of pleasure." "Papa"-- said Daisy hesitating--"I think I _gave_ pleasure." She could not explain to him much more, but Mr.Randolph at least understood that.

He gave Daisy another kiss, which was not disapproving, the child felt.

So her breakfast was extremely happy.
She had a new plan in her head now about Molly.