Sandford, to
be done by the young people."
"Are you one of the young people?"
"They have got me in," said Daisy.
"Misled by your appearance? What are you going to play,
Daisy?"
Daisy ran off to a table and brought him a little bill of the
performances. The doctor ran his eye over it.
"I shall know what it means, I suppose, when I see the
pictures. What is this 'Game of Life?"
"It is Retsch's engraving," Daisy answered, as sedately as if
she had been forty years old.
"Retsch! yes, I know him — but what does the thing mean?"
"It is supposed to be the devil playing with a young man — for
his soul," Daisy said, very gravely.
"Who plays the devil?"
"Preston does."
"And who is to be the angel?"
"I am to be the angel," said Daisy.
"Very judicious. How do you like this new play, Daisy?"
"It is very amusing. I like to see the pictures."
"Not to be in them?"
"I think not, Dr. Sandford."
"Daisy, what else are you doing, besides playing tableaux, all
these days?"
"I drive about a good deal," said Daisy. Then looking up at
her friend with an entirely new expression, a light shining in
her eye and a subdued sweetness coming into her smile, she
added — "Molly is learning to read, Dr.
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