Daisy laughed gayly at recollection of the London woman's jesting.
I went over to where Daisy stood, by the edge of the flower-bed.
Even more, sir, I prize the hope that Daisy will share it with me--as my wife!
If there were alterations of a similar sort in Daisy, I could not see them this night.
Daily contact with Daisy showed changes, too, in her which disturbed me.