The applause was loud.

"Lovely!" the ladies said.

"What a sweet little thing! how beautiful she looks!" Nora did not smile, for that would have hurt her picture; but she stood with swelling complacency and unchanging red cheeks as long as the company were pleased to look at her.
"Who is that, Daisy ?" asked her father, near whom Daisy had stationed herself.
"It is Nora Dinwiddie, papa." "She is a pretty little girl.

When does your turn come ?" "I do not know, papa." "Not know! Why I thought all this was your affair." "O no, papa; it is Preston's affair." Off ran Daisy however when the curtain fell, or rather when it was drawn, to see the getting ready of the next tableau.

There was something of a tableau on hand already.