"Come on, aunt Catherine," Thorold said, as she paused at the
door, — "come in! Come in and kiss her; — this little darling
is mine."
Miss Cardigan came in slowly. I could not look up.
"Kiss her, aunt Catherine," he repeated; "she is mine."
And to my great dismay he set her the example; but I think it
was partly to reassure me, and cover my confusion, which he
saw.
"I have kissed Daisy very often before now," said Miss
Cardigan. I thought I discerned some concern in her voice.
"Then come, do it again," said Thorold, laughing. "You never
kissed her as anything belonging to me, aunt Catherine."
And he fairly laid me in Miss Cardigan's arms, till we kissed
each other as he desired. But Miss Cardigan's gravity roused
me out of my confusion. I was not ashamed before her; only
before him.
"Now, aunt Catherine," he said, pulling up a comfortable
armchair to the corner of the hearth, — "sit there. And Daisy,
— come here!"
He put me into the fellow chair; and then built up the wood in
the fireplace till we had a regular illumination.
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