"You may have what you please, if you will think and tell me."
"Mamma, may I talk to Nora Dinwiddie about it?"
"Nonsense! What for?"
"Only to consult, mamma."
"Consult Ransom. He would be a much better help to you."
Daisy looked sober and said nothing.
"Why not?" said Mr. Randolph. "Why not consult your brother?"
"Papa," said Daisy slowly, "Ransom and I do not understand each other."
"Don't you," said her father laughing; "what is the cause of that,
Daisy?"
Daisy was not very willing to answer, but being pressed by both father
and mother she at length spoke. "I think, papa, it is because he
understands so many other things."
Mr. Randolph was excessively amused. "Ransom!"--he called out to the
hall.
"Please, papa, don't!" said Daisy.
"Ransom!--come here.--What is this? your sister says you do not
understand her."
"Well, papa," said Ransom, an exceedingly handsome and bright-looking
boy and a great pet of his mother,--"there are things that are not deep
enough to be understood."
Daisy's lips opened eagerly and then closed again.
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