"We won't have no words about that," she said, and again she spoke in a softer, kindlier tone than usual.

"Daisy?
If you won't go down to the kitchen again, then I must"-- she turned to her stepdaughter, and the girl flew out of the room.
"I think the child grows prettier every minute," said Bunting fondly.
"Folks are too apt to forget that beauty is but skin deep," said his wife.

She was beginning to feel better.

"But still, I do agree, Bunting, that Daisy's well enough.

And she seems more willing, too." "I say, we mustn't forget the lodger's dinner," Bunting spoke uneasily.