The rest of the service was little to her.

Mr.Pyne did not preach like Mr.Dinwiddie; and she left the church with a downcast heart, thinking that so much of the morning was past.
The rest of the day Daisy kept by herself, in her own room; trying to get some comfort in reading and praying.

For the dread of the evening was strong upon her; every movement of her mother spoke displeasure and determination.

Daisy felt her heart beating gradually quicker and quicker, as the hours of the day wore on.
"Ye ain't well, Miss Daisy,"-- said June, who had come in as usual without being heard.
"Yes I am, June," said Daisy.

But she had started when the woman spoke, and June saw that now a tear sprang.
"Did you eat a good lunch, Miss Daisy ?" "I don't know, June.