Such a pleasant breakfast, for the talk
among the elders went on very briskly; such pleasant work done
already, such pleasant work to do all through the day; nothing
but joy seemed to be in the air.
"And what did you get at market, Daisy?" suddenly asked the
gentleman whom her mother called "Gary."
"I went to buy baskets," said Daisy, concisely.
"What else did you get at market?"
"I didn't go to market, sir."
"She told me she did" — said Mr. Gary, looking at her father.
"Did you buy anything else, Daisy?" said her father,
carelessly.
"Papa," said Daisy, colouring, "Mr. McFarlane asked me, I
thought, where we went to market, and I told him New York. I
did not mean that I went myself."
"Didn't you get anything but baskets?" said Mr. McFarlane
mischievously.
"Papa," said Daisy, making a brave push, "if I only spend what
you give me for my birthday, don't you think it would be
considerate in Mr. McFarlane not to ask me any more?" But this
speech set the gentlemen to laughing.
"Daisy, you make me curious," said her father. "Do you think
it would be inconsiderate in _me_ to ask?"
"Papa, I think it would."
"Answer, Daisy, directly, and don't be ridiculous," said her
mother.
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