"I have not an idea whether that Palace Beautiful will ever receive its visitors, whether that kind lady will ever be made happy, or whether that little girl will ever cease to be selfish." A few moments afterwards Noel went away, and poor Daisy turned her face to the wall and wept.
Of course, the very obvious moral had hit her hard, poor little maid! Oh! if she could really only confide in Arthur--he was so nice and strong, and he looked so contemptuously at Mr.Dove that day when he was carrying Daisy across the road to Miss Egerton's.
"I don't believe he would be afraid of Mr.Dove," she whispered softly, under her breath.

"Oh dear! why am I so terribly frightened?
Why does he make my heart beat?
and why do I shake so when I see him?
Well, I'll never tell about his bringing me up the sticky sweetmeats--of course I'll not tell.

I promised I wouldn't; it would be dreadful to break one's promise.

Of course I know where people go who break their promises.

No, I promised Mr.Dove, and I must always, and always, and always keep my word; but I did not promise him that I'd stay here.