"
"What was that for, Daisy?" said Mrs. Gary. "You would have
made an excellent Esther."
"What was that for, Daisy?" said Mrs. Randolph. "Did you not
like to be Esther?"
"Yes, mamma — I liked it at one time."
"And why not at another time?"
"I found out that somebody else would like it too, mamma; and
I thought —"
Mrs. Randolph broke out with a contemptuous expression of
displeasure.
"You thought you would put yourself in a corner! You were not
manager, Daisy; and you must remember something is due to the
one that is. You have no right to please yourself."
"Come here, Daisy," said her father, "and bid me good-night. I
dare say you were trying to please somebody else. Tell mamma
she must remember the old fable, and excuse you."
"What fable, Mr. Randolph?" the lady inquired, as Daisy left
the room.
"The one in which the old Grecian told the difficulty of
pleasing more people than one or two at once."
"Daisy is ruined!" said Mrs. Randolph.
"I do not see how it appears."
"She has not entered into this thing at all as we hoped she
would — not at all as a child should."
"She looked a hundred years old, in the Game of Life," said
Mrs. Gary. "I never saw such a representation in my life.
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