She knew all her hands could do was not much.
All the remainder of that day, Daisy never forgot her note in the box of shaving soap.

She knew it was extremely unlikely that the box would be opened sooner than the next morning; nevertheless, whenever Mr.Randolph came near where she was, Daisy looked up with something like a start.
There was nothing in his face to alarm her; and so night came, and Daisy kissed him twice for good night, wondering to herself whether he would feel like kissing her when they met again.

Never mind, the message must be delivered, cost what it might.

Yes, this was soldier's service.

Daisy was going into the enemy's country.
Mr.Randolph had felt the lingering touch of Daisy's lips, and the thought of it came to him more than once in the course of the evening--"like the wind that breathes upon a bank of violets"-- with a breath of sweetness in the remembrance.