So Daisy knew.
It was a disappointment, greater than anybody thought or would have guessed, that saw her.

She went out to the large porch before the door, and stood there, with the same thoughtful look upon her face, a little cast down now.

Still she did not shed tears about the matter, unless one time when Daisy's hand went up to her brow rather quick, it was to get rid of some improper suggestion there.

More did not appear, either before or after the sudden crunching of the gravel by a pair of light wheels, and the coming up of a little Shetland pony, drawing a miniature chaise.
"Hollo, Daisy! come along; he goes splendidly!" So shouted the driver, a boy somewhat bigger than Daisy.
"Where are you going ?" "Anywhere--down to the church, if you'll be quick.

Never mind your hat!" He waited, however, while Daisy dashed into the house and out again, and then stepped into the low chaise beside him.