Once asleep, the next thing would be morning and waking up; she was not ready for that.

So she knelt by the window and felt the calm glitter of the moonlight, and tried to pray.

It was long, long since Daisy had withstood her father or mother in anything.

She remembered the last time; she knew now they _would_ have her submit to them, and now she thought she must not.

Daisy dared not face the coming day.