22 DAISY

Robertson hurried back at the sound of the
wiailing voice. “‘FJas she hurt herself?” he asked
anxiously. fle looked astonished when we ex-
plained the cause of her emotion.  “‘B)on’t cry,
Baisy,” he said, “| will stay with you to-morrow
evening.” : |

The child’s sobs redoubled. Fle hesitated,
looked at his watch, then muttered “| suppose |
would be a brute to leave her like this,”

“Baisy,” | whispered in her curly locks, “he
is going to stay with you.” A shriek of joy,
and the child was on her feet, clinging to his
hand with an enthusiasm that made him turn
away with a half-foolish air. The next two
hours were uninterrupted bliss for Baisy. She
spent them in one of the parlors, leaning against

Robertson’s knee, looking at photographs of the