You may be even a little
indignant, if you choose. I am certain she was."
Poor Daisy —it was a piece of the fortitude that belonged to
her — thus urged, did raise her eyes and bent upon her winking
coadjutor a look so severe in its childish distaste and
disapproval that there was a unanimous shout of applause.
"Capital, Daisy! — capital!" cried Preston. "If you only look
it like that, we shall do admirably. It will be a tableau
indeed. There, get up — you shall not practise any more just
now."
"It will be very fine," said Mrs. Sandford.
"Daisy, I did not think you were such an actress," said
Theresa. "It would have overset _me_, if I had been John Alden —
" remarked Hamilton Rush.
Daisy withdrew into the background as fast as possible, and as
far as possible from Alexander.
"Do you like to do it, Daisy?" whispered Nora.
"No."
"Are you going to have a handsome dress for that?"
"No."
"What sort, then?"
"Like the picture."
"Well — what is that?"
"Brown, with a white vandyke."
"Vandyke? what is a vandyke?"
"Hush," said Daisy; "let us look."
Frederica Fish was to personify Lady Jane Grey, at the moment
when the nobles of her family and party knelt before her to
offer her the crown.
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