She fell to eating the creamed waffle.
"Is it good ?" "Very good!" "Confess you are hungry and cross, Daisy." "I am not cross.

And Preston, please!--don't!" Daisy's fork fell; but she took it up again.
"What is the matter, then, Daisy ?" Daisy did not answer; she went on eating as diligently as she could.
"Is it that foolish business of the song ?" whispered Preston.

"Is _that_ the trouble, Daisy ?" "Please don't, Preston!"-- "Well I won't, till you have had another waffle.

Sugar and cream, Daisy ?" "Yes." "That's brave! Now eat it up--and tell me, Daisy, is _that_ the trouble with you ?" He spoke affectionately, as he almost always did to her; and Daisy did not throw him off.
"You don't understand it, Preston," she said.
"Daisy, I told you my uncle and aunt would not like that sort of thing." Daisy was silent, and Preston wondered at her.

Mrs.Gary drew near at this moment, and placed herself opposite Daisy's tea-cup, using her eyes in the first place.
"What are you talking about ?" said she.
"About Daisy's singing, ma'am." "That's the very thing," said Mrs.Gary, "that I wanted to speak about.
Daisy, my dear, I hope you are going to sing it properly to your mother the next time she bids you ?" Daisy was silent.
"I wanted to tell you, my dear," said Mrs.Gary impressively, "what a poor appearance your refusal made, the other evening.