She had been with her brother sometimes
to the houses of poor children, and she gave Daisy a high-coloured
picture of the ways of living in such houses and the absence of many
things by Daisy and herself thought the necessaries of life. Daisy heard
her with a lengthening face, and almost thought there was some excuse
for the state of feeling her father had explained in the morning. The
question however was too long a one for Daisy; but she arrived at one
conclusion, which was announced the next morning at the breakfast-table.
Mrs. Randolph had called upon her to say what was determined upon for
the birthday.
"Papa," said Daisy, "will there be a great plenty of strawberries next
week?"
"Yes, I believe so. Logan says the vines are very full. What then?"
"Papa, you gave me my choice of what I would have for Wednesday."
"Yes. Is it my strawberry patch?"
"Not for myself, papa. I want you to have a great table set out of doors
somewhere, and give a feast to all your work people."
"Daisy!" exclaimed Mrs. Randolph. "I never heard anything so ridiculous
in all my life!"
Daisy waited with downcast eyes for her father to speak.
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