They were met with complaints of the heat; though Daisy thought the drawing room was exceeding pleasant, the air came in at the long windows with such gentle freshness from the river.
The doctor took a cup of tea and declared the day was excellent if you only rode fifty miles through the heat of it.
"Coolness is coolness, after that," he said.
Daisy sat in a corner and wondered at the people.

Hot?
and suffocating?
she had no recollection of any such thing all day.

How delicious it had been in that green dell under the walnut tree, with the grey squirrels! "How has it been with you, Daisy ?" said her aunt at last.
"Nice, aunt Gary." Two or three people smiled; Daisy's favourite word came out with such a dulcet tone of a smooth and clear spirit.

It was a syrup drop of sweetness in the midst of flat and acid qualities.
"It has been satisfactory, has it ?" said her aunt, in a tone which did not share the character.

"Come here, Daisy--I have got something for you.