It was all Daisy wanted, to be alone.

The October night was mild; she went to the window; one of the windows, which looked out upon the grass and trees of the courtyard, now lighted by a faint moon.

Daisy sunk down on her knees there; the sky and the stars were more homelike than anything else; and she felt so strange, so miserable, as her little heart had never known anything like before.

She knew well enough what it all meant, her mother's sending her away from home, her father's not being able to bear any disturbance.

Speak as lightly, look as calmly as they would, she knew what was the meaning underneath people's faces and voices.