14 DAISY

with. an extra now and then for his nose, in her
awkward zeal, until | wondered at his patience.
Suddenly, he pushed back his chair, said he had
finished. his breakfast and that she had better get
down. “This gave rise to a stroke of childish
policy. @bhe ordered the table-maid to bring her
hitherto neglected plate of porridge, and putting
the spoon in Robertson’s hand insisted upon his
feeding her. ‘He complied with a pretty good
grace.  Baisy kept up an unbroken scrutiny of
his face, and presently dodging a spoonful of milk,
laid a pink forefinger on his upper lip. _ “T'here
was just the faintest ~ suspicion of a moustache
there. ..““| fordet what you call dis,” she said,
s moss—moss—— :

“ Moustache,’ he replied, abruptly bringing

the porridge feeding performance to a close, and