Eve Glenn, followed by Birdie, found her out at once in the study.
“Oh, you darling!” cried Eve, laughing and crying in one breath, as she hugged and kissed Daisy rapturously; “and just to think you were married all the time, and to Rex, too; above all other fellows in the world, he was just the one I had picked out for you.”
Rex was loath to let Daisy leave him even for a moment. Eve was firm.
“I shall take her to my room and convert her in no time at all into a veritable Cinderella.”
“She is the pretty young girl that carried me from the stone wall, and I have loved her so much ever since, even if I couldn’t remember her name,” cried Birdie, clapping her hands in the greatest glee.
In the din of the excitement, Pluma Hurlhurst shook the dust of Whitestone Hall forever from her feet, muttering maledictions at the happy occupants. She had taken good care to secure all the valuables that she could lay her hands on, which were quite a fortune in themselves, securing her from want for life. She was never heard from more.
Eve Glenn took Daisy to her own room, and there the wonderful 202 transformation began. She dressed Daisy in her own white satin dress, and twined deep crimson passion-roses in the golden curls, clapping her hands––at Daisy’s wondrous beauty––kissing her, and petting her by turns.
“There never was such a little fairy of a bride!” she cried, exultantly leading Daisy to the mirror. “True, you haven’t any diamonds, and I haven’t any to loan you; but who would miss such trifles, gazing at such a bewitching, blushing face and eyes bright as stars? Oh, won’t every one envy Rex, though!”
“Please don’t, Eve,” cried Daisy. “I’m so happy, and you are trying to make me vain.”