"Don't you see? For you. This is Queen Esther before Ahasuerus—you know the story?"
"O yes!—when he stretched out the golden sceptre to her. She is fainting, isn't she?"
"Exactly. You can do that glorious, because you have always a pair of pale cheeks on hand."
"I?"—said Daisy again. "Do you want me to be two things?"
"A dozen things, perhaps. You must be Queen Esther at any rate. Nobody but you."
"And who will be Ahasuerus?"
"I don't know. Hamilton Rush, I reckon; he's a nice fellow."
"O Preston, why don't you be Ahasuerus?"
"I am manager, you know, Daisy; it won't do for the manager to take the best pieces for himself. Ahasuerus is one of the best. See how handsome the dress is—and the attitude, and everything."
"I don't see where you will find the dresses," said Daisy. "All those are robes of silk and velvet and fur; and then the jewels, Preston!"