Happily Daisy was too much occupied with the difficulty of her own immediate situation to discover how the bystanders were affected; she did not know what was the effect of her pink little cheeks and very demure down-cast eyes.

In fact Daisy had gone to take her place in the picture with something scarcely less than horror; only induced to do it, by her greater horror of making a fuss and so shewing the feeling which she knew would be laughed at if shewn.

She shewed it now, poor child; how could she help it?
she shewed it by her unusually tinged cheeks and by her persistent down-looking eyes.

It was very difficult indeed to help it; for if she ventured to look at Alexander she caught impertinent little winks,--most unlike John Alden or any Puritan,--which he could execute with impunity because his face was mostly turned from the audience; but which Daisy took in full.
"Lift your eyes, Daisy! your eyes! Priscilla was too much astonished not to look at her lover.

You may be even a little indignant, if you choose.
I am certain she was." Poor Daisy--it was a piece of the fortitude that belonged to her--thus urged, did raise her eyes and bent upon her winking coadjutor a look so severe in its childish distaste and disapproval that there was a unanimous shout of applause.