Her little heart was beating sadly.

But there was no doubt at all in Daisy's mind as to what she should do.--"If a man love me, he will keep my words." She never questioned now about doing that.
The dreaded tea bell rang, and she went down; but utterly unable to eat or drink through agitation.

Nobody seemed to notice her particularly, and she wandered out upon the verandah; and waited there.

There presently her father's arms came round her before she was aware.
"What are you going to do, Daisy ?" "Nothing, papa," she whispered.
"Are you not going to sing ?" "Papa, I can't!" cried Daisy dropping her face against his arm.

Her father raised it again and drawing her opposite one of the windows, looked into the dark-ringed eyes and white face.
"You are not well," said he.