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!
A hundred bridegrooms could not make her less our Daisy than she was.
We did not visit other houses much--Daisy and I--but held ourselves to a degree apart.