Stilton, "it's too much trouble for
you to fill all them cups — sha'n't I come there, and take the
responsibility? if you would delegate me."
Gladly Daisy agreed, slipped off her high chair, and saw Mrs.
Stilton's full portly figure take the place. But Daisy's
labours were not ended. She saw one of the Irish labourers
sitting with his eyes straight before him, and nothing on his
plate for them to look at. Daisy went round. It was her feast;
she felt she must do the honours.
"Will you have a cup of coffee?" said a soft little voice at
the man's elbow. He started.
"Ach! — Sure Miss, I wouldn't be troublesome."
"It's no trouble. Will you have some tea or some coffee?"
" 'Dade, sorrow a drop ever I tuk of ary one of 'em but the one
time, plase yer ladyship. It's too good for me, sure; that's
why it don't agree wid me, Miss."
Very much puzzled by the confidential little nod with which
this information was communicated, Daisy yet felt she could
not give up the matter.
"Then what will you have? — some ham? or some strawberries?"
"Sure I'll do very well, niver fear, plase yer ladyship; don't
trouble yerself. The angels wouldn't want something purtier to
eat, than what we have, Miss!"
Daisy gave up in despair, and charged Sam to see that the man
had his supper.
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