Nobody wore such a bright and fresh face at the breakfast-table as Daisy; such a glad and uncareful face; and Mrs.
Randolph seeing it, was reassured; though she had just seen her little daughter at her prayers, on her knees, by the window.

She looked so happy now, that the lady was inclined to hope her religion was a childish folly, which would pass away and be forgotten in time.
But for the present Daisy was a soldier; and meditating much on a service which she had to perform.

That very day, if you had been there, and worn an invisible cap, you might have gone into her room and seen what she was about.

On the ottoman aforesaid Daisy's writing-desk was placed; and before it on a cricket sat Daisy, with a face, O how grave and busy! A very weight of care of some sort seemed to lie under her childish little brow.

She was opening her desk and looking out paper; some she felt and rejected--it was too thin or too blue, or something; she tried her pen on another kind; it did not go well.