"
"Then we will let her get up to-morrow, and see how that will
do."
They had been gone half an hour, when Preston stole in and
came to the side of my bed, between me and the firelight.
"Come, Daisy, let us be friends!" he said. And he was stooping
to kiss me; but I put out my hand to keep him back.
"Not till you have told Darry you are sorry," I said.
Preston was angry instantly, and stood upright.
"Ask pardon of a servant!" he said. "You would have the world
upside down directly."
I thought it was upside down already; but I was too weak and
downhearted to say so.
"Daisy, Daisy!" said Preston — "And there you lie, looking
like a poor little wood flower that has hardly strength to
hold up its head; and with about as much colour in your
cheeks. Come, Daisy, — kiss me, and let us be friends."
"If you will do what is right —" I said.
"I will — always," said Preston; "but this would be wrong, you
know." And he stooped again to kiss me. And again I would not
suffer him.
"Daisy, you are absurd," said Preston, vibrating between pity
and anger, I think, as he looked at me.
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