"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?"
"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.