"
Preston was very much pleased, I believe, thinking that my
thoughts had quite left the current of sober things. He took
me to a famous confectioner's; and there I bought sweet things
till my little stock of money was all gone.
"No more funds?" said Preston. Never mind, — go on, and I'll
help you. Why, I never knew you liked sugarplums so much. What
next? burnt almonds? this is good, Daisy, — this confection of
roses. But you must take all this sugar in small doses, or I
am afraid it wouldn't be just beneficial."
"Oh, Preston!" I said, — "I do not mean to eat all this
myself."
"Are you going to propitiate Miss Pinshon with it? I have a
presentiment that sweets wont sweeten her, Daisy."
"I don't know what "propitiate" means," I said, sighing. "I
will not take the almonds, Preston."
But he was determined I should; and to the almonds he added a
quantity of the delicate confection he spoke of, which I had
thought too delicate and costly for the uses I purposed; and
after the rose he ordered candied fruits; till a great package
of varieties was made up.
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