"I suppose I am," I answered with great deliberation.
He was eager to know what it was; but then we came out upon the avenue and were met flush by my aunt and Miss Pinshon. My aunt inquired, and Preston, who was by no means cool yet, accused me about the doings of the afternoon. I scarcely heeded one or the other; but I did feel Miss Pinshon's taking my hand and leading me home all the rest of the way. It was not that I wanted to talk to Preston, for I was not ready to talk to him; but this holding me like a little child was excessively distasteful to my habit of freedom. My governess would not loose her clasp when we got to the house; but kept fast hold and led me upstairs to my own room.
CHAPTER IV.
SEVEN HUNDRED PEOPLE.
DO you think that was a proper thing to do, Daisy?" my governess asked when she released me.
"What thing, ma'am?" I asked.
"To tear about on that great grey pony."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.