The doctor ran his eye over it.
"I shall know what it means, I suppose, when I see the pictures.

What is this 'Game of Life ?'" "It is Retsch's engraving," Daisy answered, as sedately as if she had been forty years old.
"Retsch! yes, I know him--but what does the thing mean ?" "It is supposed to be the devil playing with a young man--for his soul," Daisy said very gravely.
"Who plays the devil ?" "Preston does." "And who is to be the angel ?" "I am to be the angel," said Daisy.
"Very judicious.

How do you like this new play, Daisy ?" "It is very amusing.

I like to see the pictures." "Not to be in them ?" "I think not, Dr.Sandford." "Daisy, what else are you doing, besides playing tableaux, all these days ?" "I drive about a good deal," said Daisy.

Then looking up at her friend with an entirely new expression, a light shining in her eye and a subdued sweetness coming into her smile, she added-- "Molly is learning to read, Dr.Sandford." "Molly!" said the doctor.
"Yes.