Daisy looked very sober.
"Juanita, I have been wanting to talk to you." Now they had been talking a good deal; but this, the black woman saw, was not what Daisy meant.
"What is it, my love ?" "I don't know, Juanita.

I think I am puzzled." The fine face of Mrs.Benoit looked gravely attentive, and a little anxiously watchful of Daisy's.
"The best way will be to tell you.

Juanita, they are--I mean, we are--playing pictures at home." "What is that, Miss Daisy ?" "Why, they take pictures--pictures in books, you know--and dress up people like the people in the pictures, and make them stand so or sit so, and look so, as the people in the pictures do; and so they make a picture of living people." "Yes, Miss Daisy." "They are playing pictures at home.

I mean, we are.

Mamma is going to give a great party next week; and the pictures are to be all made and shewn at the party.