Daisy | Page 6

eyes could not be said to express anything, but to my fancy they concealed a good deal. She remarked that the roads were easy.
"Oh, it was not here," said my aunt; "it was at the North, where the roads are not like our pine forests. However, the roads were not dangerous there, that I know of; not for anybody but a child. But horses and carriages are always dangerous."
Miss Pinshon next applied herself to me. What did I know? "beside this whip accomplishment," as she said. I was tongue- tied. It did not seem to me that I knew anything. At last I said so. Preston exclaimed. I looked at him to beg him to be still; and I remember how he smiled at me.
"You can read, I suppose?" my governess went on.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And write, I suppose?"
"I do not think you would say I know how to write," I answered. "I cannot do it at all well; and it takes me a long time."
"Come back to the driving, Daisy," said Preston. "That is one thing you do know. And English history, I will bear witness."
"What have you got there, Preston?" my aunt asked.
"Some hoarhound drops, mamma."
"You haven't a sore throat?" she asked eagerly.
"No, ma'am — not just now, but I had yesterday; and I thought I would be provided."
"You seem provided for a long time —" Miss Pinshon remarked.
"Can't get anything up at Magnolia — except rice," said Preston, after making the lady a bow which did not promise good fellowship. "You must take with you what you are likely to want there."
"You will not want all that," said his mother.
"No, ma'am, I hope not," said Preston, looking at his package demurely. "Old uncle Lot, you know, always has a cough; and I purpose delighting him with some of my purchases. I will go and put them away."
"Old uncle Lot!" my aunt repeated. "What uncle Lot? I did not know you had been enough at Magnolia to get the servants' names. But I don't remember any uncle Lot."
Preston turned to leave the room with his candy, and in turning gave me a look of such supreme fun — and mischief that at another time I could hardly have helped laughing. But Miss Pinshon was asking me if I understood arithmetic?
"I think — I know very little about it," I said hesitating. "I can do a sum."
"In what?"
"On the slate, ma'am."
"Yes, but in what?"
"I don't know, ma'am — it is adding up the columns."
"Oh, in addition, then. Do you know the multiplication and division tables?"
"No, ma'am."
"Go and get off your things, and then come back to me; and I will have some more talk with you."
I remember to this day how heavily my feet went up the stairs. I was not very strong yet in body, and now the strength seemed to have gone out of my heart.
"I declare," said Preston, who waited for me on the landing, "she falls into position easy! Does she think she is going to take that tone with you?"
I made no answer. Preston followed me into my room.
"I won't have it, little Daisy. Nobody shall be mistress at Magnolia but you. This woman shall not. See, Daisy — I am going to put these things in my trunk for you, until we get where you want them. That will be safe."
I thanked him.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I am going downstairs, as soon as I am ready."
"Do you expect to be under all the commands this High Mightiness may think proper to lay upon you?"
I begged him to be still and leave me.
"She will turn you into stone!" he exclaimed. "She is a regular Gorgon, with those heavy eyes of hers. I never saw such eyes. I believe she would petrify me if I had to bear them. Don't you give Medusa one of those sweet almonds, Daisy, — not one, do you hear?"
I heard too well. I faced round upon him and begged him to remember that it was my mother I must obey in Miss Pinshon's orders; and said that he must not talk to me. Whereupon Preston threw down his candies, and pulled my cloak out of my unsteady hands, and locked his arms about me; kissing me and lamenting over me that it was "too bad." I tried to keep my self-command; but the end was a great burst of tears; and I went down to Miss Pinshon with red eyes and at a disadvantage. I think Preston was pleased.
I had need of all my quiet and self-command. My governess stretched out her hand, drew me to her side and kissed me; then with the other hand went on to arrange the ruffle round my neck, stroking it and pulling it into order, and even taking out a little bit