She could not bear to hear the talk; she eat her supper and then sat down on the threshold of one of the glass doors that looked towards the west, and watched the beautiful colours on the clouds over the mountains; and softly sung to herself the tune she had heard in church in the morning.

So the colours faded away, and the light, and the dusk grew on, and still Daisy sat in the window door humming to herself.

She did not know that Gary McFarlane had stolen up close behind her and gone away again.
He went away just as company came in; some gay neighbours who found the evening tempting, and came for a little diversion.

Lamps were lit and talking and laughing went round, till Mrs.Randolph asked where Daisy was.
"In the window, singing to the stars," Gary McFarlane whispered.

"Do you know, Mrs.Randolph, how she can sing ?" "No,--how?
She has a child's voice." "But not a child's taste or ear," said Gary.