Daisy is not nearly so white-micey as she was at first, but she still seems to fear the deadly ordeal of public speaking.

Dora said-- 'Daisy's idea is a game that'll take us all day.

She thinks keeping out of the way when he's making his heroine decide right would be a noble act, and fit to write in the Golden Book; and we might as well be playing something at the same time.' We all said 'Yes, but what ?' There was a silent interval.
'Speak up, Daisy, my child.' Oswald said; 'fear not to lay bare the utmost thoughts of that faithful heart.' Daisy giggled.

Our own girls never giggle--they laugh right out or hold their tongues.

Their kind brothers have taught them this.