“You can not,” replied Daisy; “only keep my secret for me.”
“I will,” she cried, earnestly.
And as they parted, Eve resolved in her own mind to bring 89 this truant lover of Daisy’s back to his old allegiance; but the first and most important step was to discover his name.
Eve went directly to her own room, her brain whirling with a new plan, which she meant to put into execution at once, while Daisy strolled on through the grounds, choosing the less frequented paths. She wanted to be all alone by herself to have a good cry. Somehow she felt so much better for having made a partial confidante of Eve.
The sun was beginning to sink in the west; still Daisy walked on, thinking of Rex. A little shrill piping voice falling suddenly upon her ears caused her to stop voluntarily.
“Won’t you please reach me my hat and crutch? I have dropped them on your side of the fence.”
Daisy glanced around, wondering in which direction the voice came from.
“I am sitting on the high stone wall; come around on the other side of that big tree and you will see me.”
The face that looked down into Daisy’s almost took her breath away for a single instant, it was so like Rex’s.
A bright, winning, childish face, framed in a mass of dark nut-brown curls, and the brownest of large brown eyes.