think she’ll stop because of you, bless you! There’s nothing shy about our Daisy!"
The young man resented the tart, short tone. "Poor little girl!" he said to himself tenderly. "That’s what it is having a stepmother, instead of a proper mother." But he obeyed Mrs. Bunting, and then he was pleased he had done so, for Daisy looked up, and a bright blush came over her pretty face.
"Joe begs you won’t stop yet awhile. Go on with your reading," commanded Mrs. Bunting quickly. "Now, Joe, you can go and sit over there, close to Daisy, and then you won’t miss a word."
There was a sarcastic inflection in her voice, even Chandler noticed that, but he obeyed her with alacrity, and crossing the room he went and sat on a chair just behind Daisy. From there he could note with reverent delight the charming way her fair hair grew upwards from the nape of her slender neck.
"The Avenger: A The-o-ry"
began Daisy again, clearing her throat.