"Go and get ready for dinner, Daisy." "Have you been all the afternoon at those two places, Daisy ?" asked her father, within whose arms she stood.
"Yes, papa." He let her go; and a significant look passed between him and his wife.
"A little too much of a good thing," said Mr.Randolph.
"It will be too much, soon," the lady answered.
Nevertheless Daisy for the present was safe, thanks to her friend Dr.
Sandford; and she passed on up stairs with a spirit as light as a bird.
And after she was dressed, till it was time for her to go in to the dinner-table, all that while a little figure was kneeling at the open window and a little round head was bowed upon the sill.

And after that, there was no cloud upon Daisy's face at all.
In the drawing-room, when they were taking tea, Daisy carried her cup of milk and cake to a chair close by Preston.
"Well, Daisy, what now ?" "I want to talk to you about the pictures, Preston." "We did finely to-day, Daisy! If only I could get the cramp out of Frederica's fingers." "Cramp!" said Daisy.
"Yes.

She picks up that handkerchief of hers as if her hand was a bird's claw.

I can't get a blue jay or a canary out of my head when I see her.
Did you ever see a bird scratch its eye with its claw, Daisy ?" "Yes." "Well, that is what she puts me in mind of.

That handkerchief kills Marie Antoinette, dead.