So Daisy went to desire the attendance of June with all the scarfs, mantles and shawls which, could be gathered together.

As Daisy went, she thought that she did not wish Nora to be queen Esther; she was glad Preston was firm about that.
The practising of Bassanio and Portia was so very amusing that she fairly forgot herself in laughter.

So did everybody else; except Mrs.
Sandford, who was intent upon draperies, and Preston whose hands held a burden of responsibility.

Hamilton was a quiet fellow enough in ordinary; but now nobody was more ready for all the life of the play.

He threw himself back into an attitude of irresolution and perplexity, with the letter in his hand which had brought the fatal news; that is, it was the make-believe letter, though it was in reality only the New York Evening Post.