DAISY II

thing of all was her quietness. She never
romped like other children, never prattled; indeed,
she rarely spoke at all, so we were all attention
as she pointed to young Robertson with her
spoon, and said in a clear, babyish voice, “Pat's
a berry fine-lookin’ boy, mamma.”

Riverybody smiled, for the boy in question,
though manly and stalwart in appearance, had a

He blushed a_ little, and

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decidedly plain face.
bent over his plate. Mes. )rummond took her
hand from the coffee-urn long enough to lay it

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on Baisy’s head: “Hush, child, you must not
talk at the table.”

Ul emer dae hand Said the: child. ind
displeased tone. “Then rapping on the table with

her spoon, to call Robertson’s: attention, she asked,

“Boy, what's your name?”’