"Well we will see. But Daisy, it is only playing pictures, you know. It will not be Daisy and Alexander Fish not at all it will be Priscilla and John Alden."
"I should think it was Alexander Fish," said Daisy.
Preston laughed.
"But Preston, what is that word you said just now? what is a
Puritan?"
"I don't know. I think you are one. I do not know another."
"You said these were Puritans?"
"Yes, so they were. They were very good people, Daisy, that liked wearing plain dresses. We shall have to have a stuff dress made for you I reckon you have not one of anything like a Puritan cut."
"Then, how am I a Puritan, Preston?"
"Sure enough. I mean that you would be one, if you got a chance. How many pictures have we chosen out? Six? That is not half enough."
The search went on, through other books and portfolios. There was good store of them in Mr. Randolph's library, and Daisy and Preston were very busy the whole morning till luncheon- time. After Daisy's dinner, however, her mind took up its former subject of interest. She went to Joanna, and was furnished with a nice little sponge-cake and a basket of sickle pears for Molly Skelton. Daisy forgot all about tableaux. This was something better. She ordered the pony- chaise and got ready for driving.