If I was you, Daisy, I shouldn't say nothing about it if he does come in -- which I fair tell you I hope he won't.

I've seen enough of that young chap to-day." "He didn't come in for long--not to-day," said Daisy, her lip trembling.
"I can tell you one thing that'll surprise you, my dear"-- Mrs.
Bunting looked significantly at her stepdaughter.

She also wanted to get away from that dread news--which yet was no news.
"Yes ?" said Daisy, rather defiantly.

"What is it, Ellen ?" "Maybe you'll be surprised to hear that Joe did come in this morning.
He knew all about that affair then, but he particular asked that you shouldn't be told anything about it." "Never!" cried Daisy, much mortified.
"Yes," went on her stepmother ruthlessly.

"You just ask your father over there if it isn't true." "'Tain't a healthy thing to speak overmuch about such happenings," said Bunting heavily.
"If I was Joe," went on Mrs.Bunting, quickly pursuing her advantage, "I shouldn't want to talk about such horrid things when I comes in to have a quiet chat with friends.