“But you sent for Alice, his daughter, and––and he thought I would do as well,” faltered Daisy, timidly.
“Alice Jet is over forty, and you are not more than sixteen, I should judge. How did you happen to think you could do as well as she?”
The color came and went on Daisy’s pretty flower-like face, and her heart throbbed pitifully.
“I am not so very wise or learned,” she said, “but I should try so hard to please you, if you will only let me try.”
“I suppose, now that you are here, we will have to make the best of it,” replied Mrs. Glenn, condescendingly.
The fair beauty of the young girl’s face did not please her.
“I have always dreaded fair women,” she thought to herself, “they are the most dangerous of rivals. If she stays at Glengrove I shall see she is kept well in the background.”
While in the morning-room below the three girls were discussing the new turn of affairs vigorously.
“I am determined she shall not remain here,” Bessie Glenn was saying.