"She has more strength than she shows," my governess answered. "Daisy has a good deal of strength."
"Do you think so?" said my aunt, looking doubtfully at me. But she was comforted. And neither of them asked me about it.
One thing in the early half of the winter was a great help; and for a while stayed my flitting spirits and strength. My father wrote an order, that Daisy should make arrangements for giving all the people on the plantation a great entertainment at Christmas. I was to do what I liked and have whatever I chose to desire; no one altering or interfering with my word. I shall never forget the overflowing of largest joy, with which my heart swelled as I ran in to tell this news to Aunt Gary. But first I had to kneel down and give thanks for it.
I never saw my aunt more displeased about anything. Miss Pinshon only lifted up her black eyes and looked me over. They did not express curiosity or anything else; only observation. My aunt spoke out.
"I think there must be some mistake, Daisy."
"No, Aunt Gary; papa says just that."
"You mean the house servants, child."
"No, ma'am; papa says every one; all the people on the place."
"He means the white people, you foolish child; everybody's head is not full of the servants, as yours is."