As she made her escape one way, so did Daisy by another.

When Preston came back from attending Mrs.Sandford to her carriage he could find nothing of his little co-worker.

Daisy was gone.
In all haste and with a little self-reproach for having forgotten it, she had ordered her pony chaise; and then examined into the condition of her stores.

The sponge cake was somewhat dry; the sickle pears wanted looking over.

Part of them were past ripe.