"What are you doing here, Daisy?"
"I am doing nothing," I said.
"It is almost tea-time. Hadn't you better be walking come,
before Medusa comes looking out for you?"
I rose up, and bade uncle Darry good night.
"Good night, missis!" he said heartily — "and de morning dat
hab no night, for my dear little missis, by'm by."
I gave him my hand, and walked on.
"Stuff!" muttered Preston, by my side.
"You will not think it 'stuff' when the time comes," I said,
no doubt very gravely. Then Preston burst out.
"I only wish aunt Felicia was here! You will spoil these
people, Daisy, that's one thing; or you would if you were
older. As it is, you are spoiling yourself."
I made no answer. He went on with other angry and excited
words, wishing to draw me out perhaps; but I was in no mood to
talk to Preston in any tone but one. I went steadily and
slowly on, without even turning my head to look at him. I had
hardly life enough to talk to him in that tone.
"Will you tell me what is the matter with you?" he said, at
last, very impatiently.
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