“I heartily indorse your opinion,” said Gertie, slowly.
And for once in her life the tongue of reckless Eve was silent. She looked thoughtfully out of the window.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The first week of Daisy’s stay at Glengrove passed quickly. She was beginning to feel quite at home with Mrs. Glenn and Eve, but Bessie and Gertie held aloof from her. She was beginning to believe she never would be able to win her way to their hearts. Eve––warm-hearted, impulsive Eve––took to her at once.
“You are just the kind of a girl I like, Daisy,” said Eve, twirling one of her soft gold curls caressingly around her finger; “and if I were a handsome young man, instead of a girl, I should fall straightway in love with you. Why, what are you blushing so for?” cried Eve. “Don’t you like to talk about love and lovers?”
“No,” said Daisy, in a low voice, a distressed look creeping into her blue eyes. “If you please, Eve, I’d rather not talk about such things.”
“You are certainly a funny girl,” said Eve, wonderingly. “Why, do you know all the handsome young fellows around here have fallen deeply in love with you, and have just been besieging both Bess and Gertie for an introduction to you.”
No laughing rejoinder came from Daisy’s red lips. There was an anxious look in her eyes. Ah! this, then, accounted for the growing coldness with which the two sisters greeted her.