The Daisy showed a marked preference for her brothers; and to find her so merry and good with him, pleased and flattered him far more than his victory at school.

He carried her about, danced her, whistled to her, and made her admire her pretty blue eyes in the glass more successfully, till nurse carried her off.

But perhaps he had been sent up rather too soon, for as he sat in the great chair by the fire, he was teased by the constant coming and going, all the petty cares of a large household transacted by Margaret--orders to butcher and cook--Harry racing in to ask to take Tom to the river--Tom, who was to go when his lesson was done, coming perpetually to try to repeat the same unhappy bit of 'As in Proesenti', each time in a worse whine.
"How can you bear it, Margaret ?" said Norman, as she finally dismissed Tom, and laid down her account-book, taking up some delicate fancy work.
"Mercy, here's another," as enter a message about lamp oil, in the midst of which Mary burst in to beg Margaret to get Miss Winter to let her go to the river with Harry and Tom.
"No, indeed, Mary, I could not think of such a thing.

You had better go back to your lessons, and don't be silly," as she looked much disposed to cry.
"No one but a Tom-boy would dream of it," added Norman; and Mary departed disconsolate, while Margaret gave a sigh of weariness, and said, as she returned to her work, "There, I believe I have done.

I hope I was not cross with poor Mary, but it was rather too much to ask." "I can't think how you can help being cross to every one," said Norman, as he took away the books she had done with.
"I am afraid I am," said Margaret sadly.