Gladly Daisy agreed, slipped off her high chair, and saw Mrs. Stilton’s full portly figure take the place.  But Daisy’s labours were not ended.  She saw one of the Irish labourers sitting with his eyes straight before him and nothing on his plate for them to look at.  Daisy went round.  It was her feast; she felt she must do the honours.

“Will you have a cup of coffee?” said a soft little voice at the man’s elbow.  He started.

“Ach!—­Sure Miss, I wouldn’t be troublesome.”

“It’s no trouble.  Will you have some tea or some coffee?”

“’Dade, sorrow a drop ever I tuk of ary one of ’em but the one time, plase yer ladyship.  It’s too good for me, sure; that’s why it don’t agree wid me, Miss.”

Very much puzzled by the confidential little nod with which this information was communicated, Daisy yet felt she could not give up the matter.

“Then what will you have?—­some ham? or some strawberries?”

“Sure I’ll do very well, niver fear, plase yer ladyship; don’t trouble yerself.  The angels wouldn’t want something purtier to eat, than what we have, Miss!”

Daisy gave up in despair and charged Sam to see that the man had his supper.  Then without asking any more questions she carried a cup of coffee down the table to a meek-looking old woman who likewise seemed to be in a state of bewilderment.  It was the mother of Michael the gate-keeper.  She started a little too, as Daisy’s hand set down her cup, and half rose from her chair.

“Blessings on ye, for a dear little lady!  It’s a wonder to see the likes of you.  The saints above bless the hand and the fut that wasn’t above doing that same! and may ye always have plenty to wait on ye, and the angels of heaven above all!”

“Sit down, Mrs. Sullivan,” said Daisy.  “Do you like coffee?”

“Do I like it!  It’s better to me nor anything else in the worruld, when it wouldn’t be a sup o’ summat now and thin, if I’d have the rheumatiz.”

“A sup of what?”

“Medicine, dear, medicine that I take whin the doctor says it’s good for me.  May you niver know the want of it, nor of anything in the wide worruld! and niver know what it is to be poor!”

Daisy managed to get the old woman to eat, supplying her with various things, every one of which was accepted with—­“Thank you, Miss,” and “Blessings on ye!” and turning away from her at last, saw her handmaids approaching from the house.  The girls, however disposed to stand upon their dignity, could not refuse to do what their little mistress was doing; and a lively time of it they and Daisy had for the next hour, with all the help Sam and Mrs. Stilton could give them.  Daisy saw that strawberries and cream, cake and coffee, were thoroughly enjoyed; she saw too that the honour of being served off silver and china was duly felt.  If her father had but come out to say a kind word! but he did not come.  His little substitute did all a substitute