"Papa, it was a great deal pleasanter this morning than it would have been then; I never had such a nice ride."
"And what do you want done now? Is your table ready?"
"It will be ready Mr. Stilton is getting it ready."
"Who is invited, Daisy?" inquired Mr. McFarlane. "Do you intend to receive any except those who are not your friends?"
"I don't think those of a different class had better come," said Daisy.
"Daisy is quite right," said Mrs. Randolph.
"Do you not intend to show yourself?" said her husband, with some meaning.
"I? No! Certainly not. At her age, since you choose to indulge
Daisy in her whim, she may do what she pleases."
Was this what the man meant by Randolph's people being "stuck up?" Daisy looked grave, and her father bade her run away and attend to her preparations.
Even then she went slowly and a little puzzled, till she reached the housekeeper's room; and there the full beauty of the occasion burst upon her. Such nice things as Joanna was making ready!