DAISY 21

laughed, put her aside, saying, “Some~ other
time, little girl,’’ and went toward the hall door.
T’he child watched him, her little breast heaving,
her hands clenched tightly in the folds of her
dress. He was ' going to leave her, the only
person in the house whom she cared for. The
disappointment was too great, «Qh, Wy clend= |
fought you would stay,” she said; in a choking
voice. | hen dropping on the white fur rug at
her feet, she burst into a perfect passion of tears.

This was such an unprecedented proceeding
on the part of the self-contained child, that a
crowd of anxious: faces soon: surrounded her.
eMWhatever: is the matter with the child?’ said
her mother querulously, as she bent over: the pink,
sobbing bundle. «She hasn't: cried since the

day she fell downstairs, and nearly killed herself”