Perhaps Daisy watched her opportunity, perhaps it came; but at
all events she seized the first chance that she saw to speak
with her father in private. He was sauntering out the next
morning after breakfast. Daisy joined him, and they strolled
along through the grounds, giving here and there directions to
the gardener, till they came near one of the pleasant rustic
seats, under the shade of a group of larches.
"Papa, suppose we sit down here for a moment and let us look
about us."
"Well, Daisy," — said her father, who knew by experience what
was likely to follow.
"Papa," said Daisy as they sat down, "I want to ask you about
something."
"What is it?"
"When I was in the chaise, driving Loupe the other clay, papa,
I heard something that I could not understand."
"Did you?"
"It was two men that passed me on the road; I heard one say to
the other as I went by, that it was your carriage, and then he
said that 'Randolph's folks were a good deal _stuck up;_' — what
did he mean, papa?"
"Nothing of any consequence, Daisy."
"But why did he say it, papa?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I did not understand it nor like it, papa; I wanted to know
what he meant.
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