12 DAISY

“Roland Robertson,” he replied, with an em-
barrassed laugh.

Baisy, intensely interested, and altogether re-
gardiess of the boarders’ amused glances, said in
a stage whisper, while she solemnly wagged her
curly head, “Woland Wobertson, | love you.”
‘T'hen scrambling out of her high-chair, she ran
down the long room, and peremptorily demanded
a seat on his knee.

+e started, looked annoyed, then sheepish,
and finally took her up.  |t did not suit his
Einglish reserve to be made the cynosure of all
eyes.  [aisy sedately arranged her  flounces,
then watched him playing with his food.  “Bon’t
you like fwicasseed chicken?” she asked, gently.

“Yes,” he said; “but | am not hungry.”

“Some mornin’s | eat nuffin too,” she said,