It was strangely full of wrinkles and lines, that generally never stirred to express or reveal anything.
Suddenly she exclaimed, but June's very exclamations were in a smothered tone.
"O Miss Daisy! what have you done to your hand ?" "I haven't done anything to it," said Daisy, trying furtively to get rid of her tears,--"but I want a glove to put on, June, and they are all too small.

Is Cecilia at work here to-day ?" "Yes, Miss Daisy; but let me look at your hand!--let me put some liniment on." "No, I don't want it," said Daisy; and June saw the suppressed sob that was not allowed to come out into open hearing;--"but June, just rip that glove, will you, here in the side seam; and then ask Cecilia to make a strip of lace-work there--so that I can get it on." Daisy drew a fur glove over the wounded hand as she spoke; it was the only one large enough; and put on her flat hat.
"Miss Daisy, Mr.Randolph said I was to go with you anywhere you went--to take care of you." "Then come down to the beach, June; I'll be there." Daisy stole down stairs and slipped out of the first door she came to.
What she wanted was to get away from seeing anybody; she did not wish to see her mother, or Preston, or Capt.

Drummond, or Ransom; and she meant even if possible to wander off and not be at home for dinner.

She could not bear the thought of the dinner-table with all the faces round it.
She stole out under the shrubbery, which soon hid her from view of the house.
It was a very warm day, the sun beating hot wherever it could touch at all.

Daisy went languidly along under cover of the trees, wishing to go faster, but not able, till she reached the bank.