"Hit the right thing this time, didn't she? How's the riding cap, Daisy?"
"It is very nice," I said. "Aunt Gary is very good; and I like the whip very much, Preston."
"That fat little rascal will want it. Does the cap fit, Daisy?"
"I don't know," I said. "Oh yes, I suppose so."
Preston made an exclamation, and forthwith would have it tried on to see how it looked. It satisfied him; somehow it did not please me as well; but the ride did, which we had soon after; and I found that my black feather certainly suited everybody else. Darry smiled at me, and the house servants were exultant over my appearance.
Amid all these distracting pleasures, I kept on the watch for an opportunity to speak to Aunt Gary alone. Christmas day I could not. I could not get it till near the next day.
"Aunt Gary," I said, "I want to consult you about something."
"You have always something turning about in your head," was her answer.
"Do you think," said I slowly, "Mr. Edwards would have any objection to some of the people coming to the kitchen Sunday evenings to hear me read the Bible?"