ined to admire,--he crossed over to ascertain the
cause. Great was his astonishment, and small his approbation, when he
discovered the state of things; for he knew our children by sight, and
could not but be aware that such doings as these could not be with the
approbation of Daisy's family.

"Why, that is--isn't that Mr. Livingstone's little girl?" he asked of
the captain.

The captain nodded; he was too busily engaged in keeping an eye on the
money Daisy received, to do more.

"Well, if ever I saw a thing like this!" ejaculated the guardian of the
peace. "To see a little lady like that--my dear, do your pa and ma know
what you're a doing?"

"No, not yet," answered Daisy; who looked with cordial eye upon all
policemen, as being, according to her code, the defenders of the right,
and avengers of the wrong.--"No, not yet; I'll tell them by and by, and
they'll be glad, 'cause they like me to do a kindness, and not speak
about it."

"_Will_ they?" said the policeman, with a clearer insight into the
fitness of things, than was possessed by Daisy or the old sailor. "Now,
my little lady, you've got to go straight home; I know what your pa and
ma will say. You come right along home, like a good child."

"Now, you let her alone," interposed Captain Yorke. "'Tain't no case
for the law, 'sposin' her folks don't like it; an' I'll wager they do."

"You old lunatic," said the policeman, "what are you encouragin' of her
for? Who ever saw a little lady like that sellin' peanuts in the
streets! I ain't goin' to allow it nohow; it's drawin' a crowd; and, as
to the law, she nor you ain't any right to be sellin' 'em here without
a license.--Come along home, little Miss."

But here a new actor appeared upon the scene, and prevented any further
opposition on the part of the captain. This was Jim, who was returning
from an errand; and, seeing Captain Yorke's tall figure standing by the
lamp-post with an unmistakably belligerent expression in every line, he
elbowed his way through the fast increasing crowd, and stood astonished
and dismayed before Daisy.

"Miss Daisy, whatever do you mean by this? You sellin' peanuts here in
the street!"

"Matty Blair does," faltered Daisy, beginning, by virtue of all these
various protests, to see that perhaps she might have strayed from the
way in which she should go.

"Matty Blair!" ejaculated Jim, again. "Well, Miss Daisy, I guess Matty
Blair's one, an' you're another. Won't your pa an' ma,