see did. I writ and ask her would see an' she hab."

"What!" Guy said, as, man-like, he began deliberately to untie every
knot in the string which his wife in her impatience would have cut at
once. "What does the child mean? Do you know, Julia?"

"I do. I'll explain," Miss Barker said, and in as few words as possible
she told what she had done, while Julia listened with a very grave face,
and Guy was pale even to his lips as he went on untying the string and
opening the box.

There was a letter lying on the top which he handed to Julia, who
steadied her voice to read aloud:


"NEW YORK, December 22, 18--.

"DARLING LITTLE SAKE-NAME DAISY: Your letter made Miss McDolly
very happy, and she is so glad to send you the doll with a shash, and
the other toys. Write to me again and tell me if they suit you. God
bless you, sweet little one, is the prayer of

"MISS MCDONALD."


After that the grave look left Julia's face, and Guy was not quite so
pale, as he took out one after another the articles which little Daisy
hailed with rapturous shouts and exclamations of delight.

"Oh, isn't she dood, and don't you love her, papa?" she said, while Guy