him you will have to rue it.'"

"What an ass I must have looked! Did I really go playing the
martyr?"

"A very smiling martyr, pretending to be awfully jolly. I believe I
requited papa by being very cross."

"At his interfering, eh? No wonder."

"Chiefly to conceal my fright, but I did begin trying not to fly out
as I used to do, and I was frightened whenever I did so."

"Poor Daisy! That is why you always seemed to think every headache
your fault."

"The final effect-—I won't say cure-—was from that book on education
which said that a child should never know a cross word or look
between father and mother. So you really have forgotten how horrid I
could be?"

"Or never felt it! But to return to our muttons. I can't believe
otherwise than that Cherry liked her old man, and if their parallel
lines did not meet, she never found it out."

"That is true. She liked him and leant on him, and was constantly
pleased and amused as well as idolized, but I don't think the deep
places in her heart were stirred. Then there were constraints. He
could not stand Angela's freaks. And his politics-—"