to take any heed of such matters.

A feverish, influenza cold confined both Allie and mammy to the house
for a day or two soon after the arrival of the Yorkes in the city, and
Daisy was consequently obliged to be confided to the care of others
when she took her walks.

She had been out driving one afternoon with mother and aunt Emily; and
they, having an engagement for "a tea," to which they could not take
her, brought her home. At the foot of our front-steps stood Captain
Yorke, complacently basking in the almost April sunshine, and amusing
himself by gazing up and down the street, and across the park, on which
our house fronted. It was an exceptionally beautiful day for the time
of year, soft, balmy, and springlike.

"Ye won't git another like it to-morrer; two sich don't come together
this time o' year," said the captain, as mother, greeting him, remarked
on the loveliness of the weather. "Ye kin look out for a gale to close
out the year with, I reckon. There's mischief brewin' over yonder,"
pointing to where a bank of clouds lay low upon the southwestern
horizon. "Ye'd best take yer fill of bein' out doors to-day."

"Yes," said Daisy, pleadingly, "it's so nice and pleasant. Mamma,
couldn't some of the servants take me out a little more? I don't want
to go in yet."

"Leave her along of me, Mis' Livin'stone," said the old man. "Me an'
her'll take care of one another."

Daisy beamed at the proposition; and mother had not the heart to refuse
her, or the old sailor.

"Well," she said, "you may stay out a while with the captain; but only
on condition that you both promise not to go far from the house, but
remain either on the Square, or on this block. You see, captain," she
continued, "Daisy is too little to pilot you about, and you are too
much of a stranger in the city to be a guide for her beyond the
neighborhood of home. If you want to leave her, or she tires, just take
her to the door, and ring the bell for her. Or perhaps you will go in
yourself, and see Allie and mammy.--They cannot go astray or get into
any trouble so near home," she said to aunt Emily, when she had given
her orders, and the carriage moved on, leaving Daisy and the captain
standing side by side on the pavement, the little one with her tiny
hand clasped in the toil-worn palm of the veteran.

"Impossible!" said aunt Emily; "and the captain is as good as any
nurse, you know. I would quite as soon trust her with him as with
mammy."

But a