That will be a
capital picture."
"But you couldn't stand and look like that," said Daisy.
"I shall not," said Preston, "but Hamilton Rush will. I shall
give it to him. And — let me see — for Portia — that Fish girl
cannot do it, she is not clever enough. It will have to be
Theresa Stanfield."
"I should like to see anybody look like _that_," said Daisy.
"Well, you will. We shall have to go to another book of
engravings. — Hollo! here you are again, Daisy. This will do
for you exactly. — Exactly!"
"What is it?"
"Why, Daisy, these are two old Puritans; young ones, I mean,
of course; and they are very fond of each other, you know, but
somehow they don't know it. Or one of them don't, and he has
been goose enough to come to ask Priscilla if she will be his
friend's wife. Of course she is astonished at him."
"She does not look astonished."
"No, that is because she is a Puritan. She takes it all
quietly, only she says she has an objection to be this other
man's wife. And then John finds what a fool he is. That's
capital. You shall be Priscilla; you will do it and look it
beautifully."
"I do not think I want to be Priscilla," — said Daisy, slowly.
"Yes, you do.
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