Oh! I don't know why you should speak to me like that." Dove's brow cleared; he began to believe that the child had really been asleep, and had not seen the peculiar manner in which he had been employing himself for the last ten minutes.
"Look here, miss," he said, "I don't mean to be rough to you, you pretty little lady.

Look here, what I was after was all kindness.

I only spoke rough as a bit of a joke.

I has got some lollipops in my pocket for a nice little maid; I wonder now who these yere lollipops are for ?" "For me, perhaps ?" said Daisy, who, although she could not have swallowed a sweety to save her life at that moment, had sense enough to know that her wisest plan was to propitiate Dove.
"You're fond of lollipops then, missie?
you didn't think as 'twas because poor Dove guessed that, that he travelled up all these weary stairs?
Kind of him, wasn't it?
but you're real fond of lollipops, ain't you, missy ?" "Some kinds," answered Daisy, who was really a most fastidious child, and who shrank from the sticky-looking sweetmeats proffered to her by Dove.

"I like the very best chocolate creams; Primrose brings them to me sometimes, but they are rather expensive.