He clasped Daisy in his arms and gave her kisses, many a one, close and tender.

If he had known it, he could have done nothing better for the success of his plan; under the pressure of conscience Daisy could bear trouble in doing right, but the argument of affection went near to trouble her conscience.

Daisy was obliged to compound for a good many tears, before she could get away and begin her drive.

And when she did, her mind was in a flutter.

A hundred dollars! how much good could be done with a hundred dollars.