She was very pleasantly unconcerned as yet, and only enjoying the morning and Preston and the trees and the sunshine.
"Why, little Daisy, I have got to furnish part of the entertainment; and I can't do it without you." Daisy looked now.
"Aunt Felicia wants me to get up some tableaux." "Some what ?" said Daisy.
"Tableaux.

Tableaux vivants.

Pictures, Daisy; made with living people." "What do you mean, Preston ?" "Why we will choose some pictures, some of the prettiest pictures we can find; and then we will dress up people to represent all the figures, and place them just as the figures are grouped in the engraving; and then they look like a most beautiful large painted picture." "But pictures do not move ?" "No more do the people.

They hold still and do not stir, any more than if they were not real." "I should think they would look like people though, and not like a picture," said Daisy.

"No matter how still you were to keep, I should never fancy you were painted." "No," said Preston laughing; "but you do not understand.