So she came into her little mistress's
chamber now. Daisy was there, at her bureau, before an open
drawer; as June advanced, she saw that a great stock of little
pairs of gloves was displayed there, of all sorts, new and
old; and Daisy was trying to find among them one that would do
for her purpose. One after another was tried on the fingers of
her right hand, and thrown aside; and tears were running over
the child's cheeks and dropping into the drawer all the time.
June came near, with a sort of anxious look on her yellow
face. It was strangely full of wrinkles and lines, that
generally never stirred to express or reveal anything.
Suddenly she exclaimed, but June's very exclamations were in a
smothered tone —
"Oh, Miss Daisy! what have you done to your hand?"
"I haven't done anything to it," said Daisy, trying furtively
to get rid of her tears, — "but I want a glove to put on,
June, and they are all too small. Is Cecilia at work here to-
day?"
"Yes, Miss Daisy; but let me look at your hand! — let me put
some liniment on."
"No, I don't want it," said Daisy; and June saw the suppressed
sob that was not allowed to come out into open hearing; — "but
June, just rip that glove, will you, here in the side seam;
and then ask Cecilia to make a strip of lace-work there — so
that I can get it on.
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