"Daisy " said Mrs. Randolph. Daisy did not hear; but the call being repeated, she came from her window, and after speaking to the strangers, whom she knew, she turned to her mother. The room was all light and bright and full of gay talkers.
"Daisy," said her mother, "I want you to sing that gypsy song from the 'Camp in Silesia.' Gary says you know it so he is responsible. Can you sing it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then sing it. Never mind whether you succeed or not; that is of no consequence."
"Mamma," began Daisy.
"Well, what?"
Daisy was in great confusion. What to say to her mother she did not know.
"No matter how you get along with it," repeated Mrs. Randolph.
"That is nothing."
"It isn't that, mamma, but "
"Then sing. No more words, Daisy; sing."