She looked at the supper tray thoughtfully.
"June," she said with a very gentle pure glance of her eyes up at the mulatto woman's face--"I am very much obliged to you--but I don't think mamma means me to eat these things to-night--Will you just get me some milk and some bread?
I'll take some bread and milk!" "Miss Daisy, these oysters is good for you," said June.
"I'll take some bread and milk to-night--if you will please make haste.
Thank you, June." "Miss Daisy--then maybe take a sandwich." "No--I will have nothing but bread and milk.

Only quick, June." June went off for the bread and milk, and then very unwillingly carried her supper-tray down stairs again.

Going through one of the passages she was met by her master.
"Where is that coming from, June ?" he asked her in surprise.
"From Miss Daisy's room, sir." "Has she been taking supper up there ?" "No, sir--Miss Daisy wouldn't touch nothing." "Is she unwell ?" Mr.Randolph asked in a startled tone.
"No, sir." June's tone was dry.

Mr.Randolph marched at once to the room in question, where Daisy was eating her bread and milk.
"What are you doing, Daisy ?" "Papa!"-- said the child with a start; and then quietly--"I am taking my supper." "Were you not at the table down stairs ?" "Yes, papa." "How came you not to have your supper there ?" "I had to come away, papa." "Are you not well, Daisy ?" said Mr.Randolph tenderly, bending down over her chair.
"Yes, papa--quite well." "Then why did you come away ?" Daisy's spoon lay still in her fingers and her eyes reddened.
"Mamma sent me." If the child was to have any supper at all, Mr.Randolph saw, he must forbear his questioning.

He rose up from leaning over her chair.
"Go on, Daisy--" he said; and he left her, but did not leave the room.
He walked up and down the floor at a little distance, while Daisy finished her bread and milk She was too much in want of it not to do that.