thought Guy would write himself, and by some word or allusion assure her
of his remembrance, but instead there had come to her a few perfectly
polite and well-expressed lines from Julia, who had the impertinence to
sign herself Mrs. Guy Thornton! It was rather hard and sorely
disappointing, and for many days Miss McDonald's face was very white and
sad, and both the old and young whom she visited as usual wondered what
had come over the beautiful lady to make her "so pale and sorry."




CHAPTER XI

AT SARATOGA


There were no more letters from Mrs. Guy Thornton until the next
Christmas time, when another box went to little Daisy, and was
acknowledged as before. Then another year glided by, with a third box to
Daisy, and then one summer afternoon in August there came to Saratoga a
gay party from New York, and the clerk at Congress Hall registered, with
other names, that of Miss McDonald. Indeed, it seemed to be her party,
or at least she was its center, and the one to whom the others deferred
as to their head. Daisy was in perfect health that summer, and in
unusually good spirits, and when in the evening, yielding to the
entreaties of her friends, she entered the ball-room, clad in flowing,
gauzy robes of blue and white, with costly jewels on her neck and arms,
she took all hearts by storm, and was acknowledged at once as the star
and belle of the evening. She did not dance--she rarely did that
now--but after a short promenade through the room she took a seat near