CHAPTER VI.
Daisy slept on, until a bustle and sounds of voices and laughter in the hall, and boots clattering over the marble and up the staircase, at last found their way into her ears.
The riding party had got home.

Daisy sat up and rubbed her eyes and looked out.
The sun was low, and shining from the western mountains over the tops of all the trees.

It was certainly near dinner-time; the cool glittering look of the light on the trees and shrubs could not be earlier than that.

What had become of the strawberry feast?
It seemed like a dream.
Daisy shook off the remains of her sleep and hurried out by one of the glass doors to go and see.

She ran down to the bank where the table was spread.