"You have spoiled it, Preston."
"Eat it—and confess you are hungry and cross too."
Daisy could have laughed, only she was too sore-hearted, and would surely have cried. She fell to eating the creamed waffle.
"Is it good?"
"Very good!"
"Confess you are hungry and cross, Daisy."
"I am not cross. And Preston, please!—don't!" Daisy's fork fell; but she took it up again.
"What is the matter, then, Daisy?"
Daisy did not answer; she went on eating as diligently as she could.
"Is it that foolish business of the song?" whispered Preston. "Is that the trouble, Daisy?"