Daisy was elegantly dressed for her birthday and the dinner.

Her robe was a fine beautifully embroidered muslin, looped with rose ribands on the shoulder and tied with a broad rose-coloured sash round the waist.

There was very little rose in Daisy's cheeks, however; and June stood and looked at her when she had done, with mingled satisfaction and dissatisfaction.
"You've tired yourself to-day, Miss Daisy, with making that party for the men!" she said.
"Have you done?
Now June, will you go away, please, and leave me my room for a few minutes ?" "Yes, Miss Daisy--but it's most time for you to go down." June went, and Daisy locked her doors, and dropped on her knees by her little bed.

How was she to know what was right to do?
and still more, how was she to do it wisely and faithfully?
Little Daisy went to her stronghold, and asked for help; and that she might know what her talents were.
"Miss Daisy," said the voice of June at the door, "you are wanted in the library." Down went Daisy in a hurry.

There was her father; and there also, to her great surprise, were Nora and Mr.Dinwiddie! "I have brought Nora to make her peace with you, Daisy," said Mr.
Dinwiddie.