"
"Well, papa," said Ransom, an exceedingly handsome and bright-
looking boy, and a great pet of his mother, "there are things
that are not deep enough to be understood."
Daisy's lips opened eagerly and then closed again.
"Girls always use magnifying glasses where themselves are
concerned!" went on Ransom, whose dignity seemed to be
excited.
"Hush, hush!" said his father, — "take yourself off, it you
cannot maintain civility. And your mother does not like
fishing-tackle at the breakfast-table — go! I believe," he
said as Ransom bounded away, "I believe conceit is the normal
condition of boyhood."
"I am sure," said Mrs. Randolph, "girls have enough of it —
and women too."
"I suppose it would be rash to deny that," said Mr. Randolph.
"Daisy, I think I understand you. I do not require so much
depth as is necessary for Ransom's understanding to swim in."
"If you do not deny it, it would be well not to forget it,"
said Mrs. Randolph; while Daisy, still in her father's arms,
was softly returning his caresses.
"What shall we do on your birthday, Daisy." said her father,
without seeming to heed this remark.
"Papa, I will think about it. Mamma, do you like I should talk
to Nora about it?"
"By all means!" said Mr.
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