Daisy Ashford: Her Book
all garden looking out on a very dreamy park. The bed-room windows which all looked out on the front, had
ern was quite on the contrary. She had indeed a quiet temper, with a pale delicate looking face with large brown eyes that looked at people with great interest, and her fair hair glistened in the sun. She usual
to strike four, because when it did he had to go out and meet his truelove, whose name was Edith Plush. His own name was Thomas Henrick, but he was know
in two knots. Her long fair hair hung down her back tied with a pink ribbon, and her fringe was fluttering in the breeze. Behind her fringe she wore a wreath of green i
Burke, "I hope you will like to 'manger' a biscuit
said, "I will have one
t of tears and howled out,
moist tears, I will
s she opened her silken bag and popped one into his blistered hand. After this Burk and
d often enough and said we shall be married one day, bu
recollect my people are not in this neighbourhood and I can't write marriage letters, and to begi
to my house, and sat on the drawing room sofa to make arrangements, and now you seem not to care for it a bi
ne and wait till I get a chance to speak to Mrs. Molvern about it-she has got a bit of sense in her if you haven't," and his revengeful face made poor little Edit
t on a plan. "Burke," she said "I have painted such a pretty little tray, it will just hold a cup of tea and a plate of to
their quarrel, and he turned round and said, "I will willingly come Edi
th pulling her hat m
which both their houses stood. At last they arrived at E
to it with firm stride, "that you had better
knew it was I, that I was never to ring again, giving all
rke, "I only thought
steps. She led him into her pretty little bed-ro
urke, "I feel quite inclined to write a
ith just beginning her snappy tempe
of Edith's. They had for tea some cold ham (the remainder of the luncheon)
to hate Burke if he would no
something else," said Burke, "I have
hedly to his knees that he had t
ong down the village trying to make
o her house he saw Norah Mackie and E
fingly, "is picking some old
utting out his tongue once or twice
elyn, "she would soon strike out at you." A