"Why should we stay out here in the cold?
It's ridiculous." "I don't want to interrupt Miss Daisy," whispered Chandler back, rather hoarsely.
"Well, you'll hear it all the better in the room.

Don't think she'll stop because of you, bless you! There's nothing shy about our Daisy!" The young man resented the tart, short tone.

"Poor little girl!" he said to himself tenderly.

"That's what it is having a stepmother, instead of a proper mother." But he obeyed Mrs.Bunting, and then he was pleased he had done so, for Daisy looked up, and a bright blush came over her pretty face.
"Joe begs you won't stop yet awhile.

Go on with your reading," commanded Mrs.Bunting quickly.