32 DAISY

came trooping downstairs. [he sound of their
merry voices floated to the room where | was
sitting. But they were all hushed, when a baby-
ish voice asked, “Are you going out, Woland?”

Robertson résorted to artifice to prevent the

recurrence of a scene. “Daisy,” he said, ‘‘my

fe tee Me Denounce
the shoulder of the youth nearest himn—‘‘is a great
admirer of yellow cats. Bo you suppose that
Pompey could be persuaded to walk upstairs and
say ‘‘How-do-you-do” to him?”

“@h yes, dear boy,” said the child, trotting
dowestare to follll her favorites chest When
the sound of her footsteps died away, there was
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that pretty child, Robertson?” "["hen the door

banged, and there was silence.