But the minute he comes in that poor young chap is set upon--mostly, I admit, by your father," she looked at her husband severely.

"But you does your share, too, Daisy! You asks him this, you asks him that--he's fair puzzled sometimes.

It don't do to be so inquisitive." ****** And perhaps because of this little sermon on Mrs.Bunting's part when young Chandler did come in again that evening, very little was said of the new Avenger murder.
Bunting made no reference to it at all, and though Daisy said a word, it was but a word.

And Joe Chandler thought he had never spent a pleasanter evening in his life--for it was he and Daisy who talked all the time, their elders remaining for the most part silent.
Daisy told of all that she had done with Aunt Margaret.

She described the long, dull hours and the queer jobs her aunt set her to do--the washing up of all the fine drawing-room china in a big basin lined with flannel, and how terrified she (Daisy) had been lest there should come even one teeny little chip to any of it.
Then she went on to relate some of the funny things Aunt Margaret had told her about "the family." There came a really comic tale, which hugely interested and delighted Chandler.