He immediately perceived, from her tone, that Miss Daisy Miller's place in the social scale was low.
Winterbourne listened with interest to these disclosures; they helped him to make up his mind about Miss Daisy.
If, therefore, Miss Daisy Miller exceeded the liberal margin allowed to these young ladies, it was probable that anything might be expected of her.
Though he was impatient to see her, he hardly knew what he should say to her about his aunt's refusal to become acquainted with her; but he discovered, promptly enough, that with Miss Daisy Miller there was no great need of walking on tiptoe.
She will talk to him all she can; but he doesn't like her to talk to him," said Miss Daisy, opening her fan.
Miss Daisy Miller stopped and stood looking at him.
Daisy Miller looked out upon the mysterious prospect and then she gave another little laugh.
But this mother was not the Daisy
of the plains nor of the daguerreotype.
And, anyway, we've put one over on that Daisy
thrilled out above the silent house (the boxes always stopped talking during the Daisy Song) a warm pink mounted to the girl's cheek, mantled her brow to the roots of her fair braids, and suffused the young slope of her breast to the line where it met a modest tulle tucker fastened with a single gardenia.
Gigantic pansies, considerably larger than the roses, and closely resembling the floral pen- wipers made by female parishioners for fashionable clergymen, sprang from the moss beneath the rose- trees; and here and there a daisy grafted on a rose- branch flowered with a luxuriance prophetic of Mr.
Cobb,' said Solomon Daisy, dropping his voice and appealing to the post-office keeper; 'what day of the month is this?
Mr Daisy stopped to take a whiff at his pipe, which was going out, and then proceeded--at first in a snuffling tone, occasioned by keen enjoyment of the tobacco and strong pulling at the pipe, and afterwards with increasing distinctness:
Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one," said the young lord, plucking another daisy
But in vain did they beckon, and smile, and call, And wider their leaves unclose; The glittering form still floated on, By Violet, Daisy
, and Rose.