"What is it all about ?" "Never mind.

Oh Preston! don't ask anything, but let me have it!" "There it is then; but Daisy," he said affectionately, catching her in his arms,--"you are going to sing to-night, aren't you ?" "Don't Preston--don't! let me go," cried Daisy struggling to escape from him; and she ran away as soon as he let her, hardly able to keep back her tears.

She felt it very hard.

Preston and Gary, and her mother and her father,--all against her in different ways.

Daisy kneeled down by her window-sill in her own room, to try to get comfort and strength; though she was in too great tumult to pray connectedly.