But iced champagne was now at the parched
lips, and boned turkey and jellied ham were waiting attention,
and a good time had come.
It was some while, of course, before Daisy could be served.
She waited, feeling very happy and amused; for a party of
people taking a cold dinner out of doors do not look nor act
exactly like the same people taking a hot dinner in the house.
Daisy never dreamed that anybody was noticing her. She had a
disagreeable surprise.
"Daisy," said Mrs. Randolph, from a little distance, and
across several people, — "Daisy, what did you do that for?"
"Mamma!" — said Daisy. "What, mamma?"
"Have you a headache?"
"Oh, no, mamma."
"What did you put up your hand to your brow for?"
"Mamma?" — said Daisy, very much bewildered. For she knew
nothing was the matter, and she could not guess what her
mother was thinking of. Moreover, somehow, Mrs. Randolph's
words or manner had acted to stop the voices of all the
company in her neighbourhood; and everybody was waiting and
looking to see what the subject of interest might be. Mrs.
Randolph's words could come now with their usual calm
distinctness; and Daisy's answers, no matter how softly
spoken, could be well heard.
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