It is this beautiful picture of the Game of Life." "What is it, ma'am ?" said Daisy.
"These two figures, you see, are playing a game of chess.

The stake they are playing for, is this young man's soul; he is one of the players, and this other player is the evil one.

The arch-fiend thinks he has got a good move; the young man is very serious but perplexed; and there stands his guardian angel watching how the game will go." Daisy looked at the picture in silence of astonishment.

It seemed to her impossible that anybody could play at such a subject as that.
"Whom will you have for the fiend, Preston ?" the lady went on.
"I will do it myself, ma'am, I think." Daisy's "Oh no, Preston!"-- brought down such a shower of laughter on all sides, that she retreated into herself a little further than ever.

They pursued the subject for a while, discussing the parts and the making of the angel's wings; deciding that Daisy would do excellently well for the angel and would look the part remarkably.
"She has a good deal that sort of expression in ordinary times," said Mrs.Sandford--"without the sadness; and that she can assume, I day say." "I would rather not do it--" Daisy was heard to say very gently but very soberly.