Daisy did not see it, and Mr.Randolph did not think of it; though people said it was very good, it was only the head and shoulders of Theresa Stanfield as an old country schoolmistress, seen behind a picture frame, with her uplifted finger and a bundle of rods.

Theresa was so transformed that nobody would have known her; and while the company laughed and applauded, Daisy came back to her usual self; and slid out of her father's arms when the show was over, all ready for supper and Nora Dinwiddie.
There was a grand supper, and everybody was full of pleasure and complimentary speeches and discussion and praise of the tableaux.

That was among the elder portion of the company.

The four or five children were not disposed to such absolute harmony.

Grapes and ices and numberless other good things were well enjoyed, no doubt; but amidst them all a spirit of criticism was rife.
"Daisy, your wings didn't look a bit like real wings--" said Jane Linwood.
"No," echoed Nora, "I guess they didn't.