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THE next day was Sunday. As I came downstairs in the morning I saw that Daisy was in her old place, on the lowest step of the staircase. My salutation she returned with reserve, but presently I heard a gay, "Mornin', dear," and turning around, saw that she was holding up her face to Robertson for a kiss. Before they entered the dining room, she made solicitous inquiries about his night's rest. He laughed shortly. "I haven't slept so well for many a night," he said. Her little face brightened, and they went together to the table.
The church bells were ringing when we finished breakfast, and some one laughingly asked Daisy where she was going to attend service. "You are teasin' me," she said rebukingly; "you know I berry seldom go out."