"I would rather not be the angel."
"Nobody else could do it so well," said Mrs. Sandford. "You
are the very one to do it. It will he admirable."
"_I_ should like to be the angel —" murmured Nora, low enough to
have no one's attention but Daisy's. The rest were agreeing
that the picture would be excellent and had just the right
performers assigned to it. Daisy was puzzled. It seemed to her
that Nora had a general desire for everything.
"Ella will be one of the princes in the tower," Preston went
on. "Nora will be Red Riding-Hood."
"I won't be Red Riding-Hood —" said Nora.
"Why not? Hoity, toity!"
"It isn't pretty. And it has no pretty dress."
"Why, it is beautiful," said Mrs. Sandford; "and the dress is
to be made with an exquisite red cashmere cardinal of Mrs.
Randolph's. You will make the best Red Riding-Hood here.
Though Daisy would be more like the lamb the wolf was after,"
— continued the lady, appealing to the manager; "and you might
change. Who is to be queen Esther? Nora would do that well —
with her black eyes and hair — she is more of a Jewess than
any other of them."
"Esther is fainting," said Preston. "Daisy's paleness will
suit that best.
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