What is it they want
you to do? — sing? — Come, promise you will. Promise me!"
"I will sing any day but Sunday."
"Sunday? Now, Daisy! I'm ashamed of you. Why, I never heard
such nonsense. Nobody has such notions but low people. It
isn't sensible. Give it up, Daisy, or I shall not know how to
love you."
"Good night, Preston —"
"Daisy, Daisy! come and kiss me, and be good."
"Good night" — repeated Daisy, without turning; and she walked
off.
It half broke June's heart that night to see that the child's
eyes were quietly dropping tears all the while she was getting
undressed. Preston's last threat had cut very close. But Daisy
said not a word; and when, long after June had left her, she
got into bed, and lay down, it was not Preston's words, but
the reminder of the stars that was with her, and making
harmony among all her troubled thoughts — "If a man love Me,
he will keep My words."
CHAPTER XIV.
SUNDAY EVENING.
In spite of the burden that lay on Daisy's heart, she and
Captain Drummond had a good time the next morning over the
Saxon Heptarchy. They went down to the shore for it, at
Daisy's desire, where they would be undisturbed; and the
morning was hardly long enough.
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