She lay over on her pillow, slowly turning and turning the pages of her Bible, and tear after tear slowly gathering one after another, and filling her eyes and rolling down to her pillow to make another wet spot.

There was no harm in that, if that had been all.

Daisy had reason.

But what troubled her was, that she was so strongly displeased with her aunt Gary.

She did not want to see her or hear her, and the thought of a kiss from her was unendurable.