She did not like meeting all the people who felt so gay, while she felt so much trouble.

Nor did she like being with her mother, whose manner all the week had constantly reminded Daisy of what Daisy never forgot.

The rest of Saturday passed soberly away.
There was a cloud in the air.
And the cloud was high and dark Sunday morning, though it was as fair a summer day as might be seen.

Some tears escaped stealthily from Daisy's eyes, as she knelt in the little church beside her mother; but the prayers were deep and sweet and strong to her, very much.

Sadly sorry was Daisy when they were ended.