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It is such a little thing to invite her to my to our party. I'd love to do it, Lila." Still no answer. The silence lengthened out minute after minute. Finally Bea ventured to raise her head and hold up another card for inspection. "See, a new daisy, but this one has a different disposition. Do you observe the expression sort of grinning and cheerful?
'She's a darling, she's a daisy, she's a dumpling, she's a lamb! I refer to Miss Swan, of course; but on other lips the terms are equally applicable to Miss Carver; and don't you forget it!" He swung out of the office with a mazurka step. His silk hat, gaily tilted on the side of his head, struck against the door-jamb, and fell rolling across the entry floor. Lemuel laughed wildly.
Sam was sitting disconsolately in a corner. It was hard to say to what class of people the house belonged; poor people they were of course; and things looked as if they were simply living there because too poor to live anywhere else. A slatternly woman stared at the intruders; a dirty child crawled over the hearth. Daisy could not endure to touch anything, except with the soles of her shoes.
The little girl was used to her long frocks, and studied ways of doing her hair, and practised Mendelssohn's "Songs without Words" because some one had said they were the most beautiful things he had ever heard. She and Daisy and Mr. Andersen talked German, and had no end of fun. One afternoon Mr. Andersen came in. "Let us go up to the Crystal Palace," he said.
Primrose exerted herself, and for a few minutes the reading came up to its usual standard, but then, again, thoughts of Daisy oppressed the young reader, and once more her voice flagged. "There, my dear, you had better turn to the bits of gossip; they are more in your line, I can see, this morning. Dear, dear, dear!
They followed up the stream then, over stones and rocks, and crossing from side to side on trunks of trees that had fallen across the water; till a part of the brook was reached far enough back among the hills to be wild and lonely; where the trout might be supposed to be having a good time. "Now, Daisy," said Preston, "I think this will do. Can't have a better place.
I won't have it, Blake. Do you hear?" He moved forward a few steps till he was immediately below her, and there stood with uplifted face. "What do you want me to do?" "Do!" echoed Daisy. "Why, anything anything rather than nothing. There's the garden-roller over there by the tool-shed. Go and get it, and roll the lawn."
"Of course," said Joanna, looking as if she were casting up the multiplication table "it'll have to be that, whatever else it, is. Miss Daisy, suppose you let me manage it and I'll see and have it all right. If you will give orders about the strawberries, and have the table made." "I shall dress the table with flowers, Joanna."
He used to notice those grave looks of Daisy, and hold private speculation with himself what they might mean; private amused speculation; but I think he must have liked his little patient as well as been amused at her, or he would hardly have kept up as he did this personal ministering to her pleasure, which was one of the great entertainments of Daisy's life at this period.
She was beginning to feel better. "But still, I do agree, Bunting, that Daisy's well enough. And she seems more willing, too." "I say, we mustn't forget the lodger's dinner," Bunting spoke uneasily. "It's a bit of fish to-day, isn't it? Hadn't I better just tell Daisy to see to it, and then I can take it up to him, as you're not feeling quite the thing, Ellen?"
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