A sort of
intoxication came into my heart. When Preston would have wound
up the box again, I stopped him. I was full of the delight. I
could not hear any mote just then.
"Why, Daisy, there are ever so many more tunes."
"Yes. I am glad. I will have them another time," I answered.
"How very kind of mamma!"
"Hit the right thing this time, didn't she? How's the riding
cap, Daisy?"
"It is very nice," I said. "Aunt Gary is very good; and I like
the whip very much, Preston."
"That fat little rascal will want it. Does the cap fit,
Daisy?"
"I don't know," I said. "Oh, yes, I suppose so."
Preston made an exclamation, and forthwith would have it tried
on to see how it looked. It satisfied him; somehow it did not
please me as well; but the ride did, which we had soon after;
and I found that my black feather certainly suited everybody
else. Darry smiled at me, and the house servants were exultant
over my appearance.
Amid all these distracting pleasures, I kept on the watch for
an opportunity to speak to aunt Gary alone.
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