"All those are robes of silk and velvet and fur; and then the jewels, Preston!" "Nonsense, Daisy.

Aunt Felicia will let us take all her stores of satins and velvets and feathers and jewellery too.

It won't hurt them to be looked at." "I think," said Daisy slowly,--"I think I will not be Queen Esther." "Why not?
don't you like her looks ?" "O yes.

_That's_ no matter; but I would rather somebody else would be it." "Why, little Daisy?
You are the one; nobody can be Esther but you." "I think I will not," said Daisy thoughtfully.
"What's the matter, Daisy?
You _must_.

I want you for Esther and nobody else.