Daisy was a full-blown girl with a rather loud voice, and a manner which was by some considered very fascinating; for it had the effect of instantly taking you, as it were, behind the scenes, and into her innermost confidence.
Daisy was rather good-looking, and was the adored of Albert Bell, the little round-faced girls' brother.

She was dressed in voluminous muslin draperies, and was a decidedly large and comfortable-looking young woman.
Polly was a second edition of her sister, only not so good-looking.

She had made up her mind to marry Mr.Jones, the curate, who for his part was deeply in love with Beatrice.
"They are frightfully late, aren't they ?" exclaimed Daisy Jenkins, giving a slight yawn, and looking longingly out at the tennis courts as she spoke.

"I suppose it's the way with fashionable folk.

For my part, I call it rude.