In this tableau Daisy would be quite alone; so she was not displeased to let the lady do what she chose with her.

She stood patiently, while Mrs.Sandford wound a long shawl skilfully around her, bringing it into beautiful folds like those in Sir Joshua Reynolds' painting; then she put a boy's cap, turned the wrong way, on her head, to do duty for a helmet, and fixed a nodding plume of feathers in it.
Daisy then was placed in the attitude of the picture, and the whole little assembly shouted with delight.
"It will do, Mrs.Sandford," said Preston.
"Isn't it pretty ?" said the lady.
"And Daisy does it admirably," said Theresa.

"You are a fairy at dressing, Mrs.Sandford; your fingers are better than a fairy's wand.

I wish you were my godmother; I shouldn't despair to ride yet in a coach and six.

There are plenty of pumpkins in a field near our house--and plenty of rats in the house itself.