Mrs. Randolph had been asking questions calmly while going on with her tetting-work: at this one she raised her eyes and bent them full, with steady, cold inquiry, on Daisy's face. Daisy looked a little troubled.
"No, mamma I do not think I have."
"Is not this child very rude and ill-mannered?"
"Yes, ma'am, but "
"Is she even a clean child?"
"Not very, mamma."
"You are changed, Daisy," said Mrs. Randolph, with a slight but keen expression of disdain. The child felt it, yet felt it not at all to the moving of her steadfastness.
"Mamma it was only that I might teach her. She knows nothing at all, almost."
"And does Daisy Randolph think such a child is a fit companion for her?"
"Not a companion, mamma."