So she gave them a little courtesy or two, and walked off
again as fast as she thought it was proper to go.
She went home and to the library, but found nobody there; and
sat down to breathe and rest; she was tired. Presently Ransom
came in.
"Hallo, Daisy! — is nobody here?"
"No."
"Have you seen your things yet?"
"My things? — what things?"
"Why, your _things_ — your birthday things. Of course you
haven't, or you'd know. Never mind, you'll know what I mean by
and by. I say, Daisy."
"What?"
"You know when papa asked you this morning why you didn't go
yesterday to Crum Elbow? —"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell him?"
Daisy hesitated. Ransom was cutting a pencil vigorously, but
as she was silent he looked up.
"Why didn't you tell him? did you tell him _afterwards?_"
"Why, no, Ransom!"
"Well, why didn't you? — that's what I want to know. Didn't
you tell anybody?"
"No, of course not."
"Why didn't you, then?"
"Ransom," said Daisy, doubtfully.
"What? I think you're turned queer."
"I don't know whether you'd understand me."
"Understand _you!_ That's a good one! I couldn't understand _you!_
I should rather like to have you try."
"Well, I'll tell you," said Daisy.
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