"Please don't, Preston!"—
"Well I won't, till you have had another waffle. Sugar and cream,
Daisy?"
"Yes."
"That's brave! Now eat it up—and tell me, Daisy, is that the trouble with you?"
He spoke affectionately, as he almost always did to her; and Daisy did not throw him off.
"You don't understand it, Preston," she said.
"Daisy, I told you my uncle and aunt would not like that sort of thing."
Daisy was silent, and Preston wondered at her. Mrs. Gary drew near at this moment, and placed herself opposite Daisy's tea-cup, using her eyes in the first place.
"What are you talking about?" said she.
"About Daisy's singing, ma'am."