I wondered
Preston had not mentioned it. He, I knew, was very fond of
dancing. I mused till the people came back from parade and we
were called to tea; but all my musings went no further. I did
not decide not to go.
"Now, Daisy," said Mrs. Sandford the next morning, "if you are
going to the hop to-night, I don't intend to have you out in
the sun burning yourself up. It will be terribly hot; and you
must keep quiet. I am so thankful Grant is away! he would have
you all through the woods, hunting for nobody knows what, and
bring you home scorched."
"Dear Mrs. Sandford," I said, "I can dance just as well, if I
_am_ burnt."
"That's a delusion, Daisy. You are a woman, after all, my
dear, — or you will be; and you may as well submit to the
responsibility. And you may not know it, but you have a
wonderfully fine skin, my dear; it always puts me in mind of
fresh cream."
"Cream is yellow," I said.
"Not all the cream that ever _I_ saw," said Mrs. Sandford.
"Daisy, you need not laugh. You will be a queen, my dear, when
you cease to be a child.
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