XI
Mrs Griffith went to see her daughter-in-law.
'I've never been spoken to in that way before,' she said. 'Fancy me not being a Christian! I'm a better Christian than Mrs Gray, any day. I like Mrs Gray, with the airs she gives herself—as if she'd got anything to boast about!... No, Edith, I've said it, and I'm not the woman to go back on what I've said—I'll not go to church again. From this day I go to chapel.'
But George came to see his mother a few days later.
'Look here, mother, Edith says you'd better forgive Daisy now.'
'George,' cried his mother, 'I've only done my duty all through, and if you think it's my duty to forgive my daughter now she's going to enter the bonds of holy matrimony, I will do so. No one can say that I'm not a Christian, and I haven't said the Lord's Prayer night and morning ever since I remember for nothing.'
Mrs Griffith sat down to write, looking up to her son for inspiration.
'Dearest Daisy!' he said.
'No, George,' she replied, 'I'm not going to cringe to my daughter, although she is going to be a lady; I shall simply say, "Daisy."'