But by dint of hearing the thing talked over, and seeing the great interest excited among the young folks, Daisy's mind grew pretty full of the pictures before the day was ended.

It was so incomprehensible, how Theresa Stanfield could ever bring her merry, arch face into the grave proud endurance of the deposed French queen; it was so puzzling to imagine Hamilton Rush, a fine, good-humoured fellow, something older than Preston, transformed into the grand and awful figure of Ahasuerus; and Nora was so eager to know what part _she_ could take; and Mrs.Sandford entered into the scheme with such utter good nature and evident competence to manage it.

Ella Stanfield's eyes grew very wide open; and Mrs.Fish was full of curiosity, and the Linwoods were tumultuous.
"We shall have to tame those fellows down," Preston remarked as he and Daisy rode away from this last place,--"or they will upset everything.
Why cannot people teach people to take things quietly!" "How much that little one wanted to be Red Riding-hood," said Daisy.
"Yes.

Little Malapert!" "You will let her, won't you ?" "I reckon I won't.

You are to be Red Riding-hood--unless,--I don't know; perhaps that would be a good one to give Nora Dinwiddie.