At such times, it was
curious to watch the child as she listened with her great wide-open eyes
and flushed cheeks, while her breath came in short gasps, as if she were
longing to contradict her mother, and this she sometimes did.
"'Mamma, mamma, please,' she would say. 'Haven't you forgotten? Wasn't
it this way?' but a look would silence her, and there would settle upon
her face and about her mouth that patient, sorrowful expression pitiful
to see in one so young."
"And her father, was he fond of her?" Miss McPherson asked, and Mrs.
Jerrold replied:
"Yes, very, and she of him. She seemed to recognize the difference
between him and her mother, and kept by him most of the time. It was a
very pretty sight to see her with her arms around his neck and her
bright head leaning on his arm, while she looked up at him so lovingly
and sympathizingly, too, as they watched the maneuvers of her mother.
Once I heard her say to him, when Daisy was flirting more than usual and
attracting all eyes to her, 'I shall never do like that; but mamma is
very pretty, isn't she?'
"'Yes, darling, very pretty,' he answered, and then they kissed each
other very quietly.
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