“Daisy!” cried Eve, hoarsely, as she caught her by the wrist, “what have I done to you that you should have been so cruel and treacherous?”
“I haven’t been,” cried Daisy, with a burst of pettish sobs.
“Have I not always been kind and affectionate to you?”
“Yes, yes; I know that,” cried Daisy.
“And you reward me by trying to rob me of my promised husband.”
“I didn’t, I didn’t,” sobbed Daisy. “I didn’t want to; but he was always following me, and hunting me, and worrying me.”
“Daisy, Daisy!” cried Eve, with a passionate cry, as she threw herself on her knees to the homely girl, “give him back to me; oh, give him back.”
“Miss Eve! Miss Eve!” cried the girl, startled at the vehemence and suddenness of this outburst, “oh, do please get up. What can I do?”
“Oh, Daisy, you’ll break my heart. You’ll kill poor aunt. What have we done, that you should come like a blight upon us?”
Eve rose slowly and stood facing the girl, over whom a change seemed to be coming as she said sulkily: