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.
A long, long play-day it was to the little vine, the daisy, and the violet.
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.
"As docile as Daisy" might have been a proverb in the neighborhood, so general was this view of her nature.
The sound came strangely to my ears, as if it were some other than Daisy laughing.