But I hid my face in papa's neck at that, and he kissed me again.
"Don't you mean to speak to anybody else?" said mamma, with an amused voice.
"Nobody else has any right," said papa. I looked up however, eagerly, and saw what I could only guess was Ransom, he had so grown and changed. He was looking curious and pleased. I got up to salute him.
"Why, Daisy!" said he, returning my embrace with more new than old emotion as it seemed to me, - "you are a sister of whom a fellow may be proud."
"Can't you say as much for him, Daisy?" said my mother.
"As far as looks go -" I answered slowly, surveying him. He was excessively handsome, and his mother's own boy in grace of person and manner. I could see that in the first moment.
"As far as looks go" - my mother repeated. "That is like
Daisy. Is it the very same Daisy?"
I looked up at her, and they looked at me. Oddly enough, we were all silent. Had I changed so much?
"Mamma, there is the difference between ten and seventeen," I said. "I don't think there is much other."
"And between formed and unformed," said my brother Ransom; for my father and mother were still silent, and I could hardly bear to meet their eyes.