"
"Was Ransom offended at that?"
"Yes, papa. He did not like my speaking to him at all."
"Of course not," said Mrs. Randolph. "Boys never like to be
tutored by girls; and Daisy must expect her brother will not
like it if she meddles with him; and especially if she
addresses such language to him."
"I said only exactly that, mamma."
"Ransom put it differently."
A flush came up all over Daisy's face; she looked at her
mother appealingly, but said nothing and the next moment her
eyes fell.
"Did Ransom answer you at the time, Daisy?"
"Yes, sir," Daisy said, in a low voice.
"How?"
"Papa! —" said Daisy, confounded.
"What did he say to you?"
"He did not say much —" said Daisy.
"Tell me what his answer was?"
"Papa, he struck my ears," said Daisy. A great crimson glow
came all over her face, and she hid it in her father's breast;
like an injured thing running to shelter. Mr. Randolph was
lying on a sofa; he folded his arm round Daisy, but spoke
never a word. Mrs. Randolph moved impatiently.
"Boys will do such things," she said. "It is very absurd in
Daisy to mind it. Boys will do such things — she must learn
that it is not her place or business to find fault with her
brother.
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