DAISY 19

would do. Robertson had gone to his room.
With a disappointed air she seated herself on the
lowest step of the staircase. Some young men
standing about the hall tried to tease her.
“Baby dear,” said one of them mischievously,
“Pin afraid you re going to be a flirt.””
uWhat's dat?’ she said, holding out inviting

 

 

arms to the yellow cat that was sneaking about
my boots.

“A flirt is an animal with eyes all over its
head, and an enormous mouth, and it goes about
the world eating men,” explained another.

Poor Baisy—she was yet at the stage of
believing everything she heard. She shrugged
her white shoulders, as she said, “Brefful!’? and

hugged her dingy cat a little closer. Presently

they all laughed. She had thrown the cat to