Would Mrs.Gary love it as well?
Daisy did not believe any such thing.

And then it was the gift of Nora and Mr.
Dinwiddie, and precious by association; and it was _gone_.

Daisy lay still on her pillow, with a slow tear now and then gathering in her eyes, but also with an ominous line on her brow.

There was a great sense of injustice at work--the feeling that she had been robbed; and that she was powerless to right herself.

Her mother had done it; in her secret thought Daisy knew that, and that she would not have done it to Ransom.
Yet in the deep fixed habit of obedience and awe of her mother, Daisy sheered off from directly blaming her as much as possible, and let the burden of her displeasure fall on Mrs.Gary.She was bitterly hurt at her mother's action, however; doubly hurt, at the loss and at the manner of it; and the slow tears kept coming and rolling down to wet her pillow.