"Why should not Ransom take a sandwich, or a peach, if he wanted one?
or anything else, if he was hungry.

There was enough provision for everybody." Daisy looked up at her mother, with a quick refutation of this statement of the case in her mind, but something stayed her lips.

Mr.Randolph saw and read the look.

He put his arm round Daisy and drew her up to him, speaking with grave decision.
"Daisy, say all you have to say at once--do you hear me?
and spare neither for Ransom nor yourself.

Tell all there is to be told, without any shuffling." "Papa, I should not have objected to his having a sandwich--or as many as he liked.