Her movements were always slow; and whether from policy or caution originally, her tread would not waken a sleeping mouse.

So she came into her little mistress's chamber now.

Daisy was there, at her bureau, before an open drawer; as June advanced, she saw that a great stock of little pairs of gloves was displayed there, of all sorts, new and old; and Daisy was trying to find among them one that would do for her purpose.

One after another was tried on the fingers of her right hand, and thrown aside; and tears were running over the child's cheeks and dropping into the drawer all the time.

June came near, with a sort of anxious look on her yellow face.