"I went for a walk," gasped Daisy, fully believing all was about to be discovered. "The rain overtook me."
"What a pickle you are in," commented Lydia.
"Where have you been for a walk?" proceeded Mrs. St. Clare, who was evidently angry.
"Down the road," said Daisy, in an almost inaudible voice, the result of fear and emotion. "It—it is pleasant to walk a little before the heat comes on. I—I did not know it was going to rain."
"Pray, how long is it since you found out that it is pleasant to walk a little before the heat comes on?" retorted Mrs. St. Clare, with severe sarcasm. "How many mornings have you tried it?"
"Never before this morning, mamma," replied Daisy, with ready earnestness, for it was the truth.
"And pray with whom have you been walking?" put in Lydia, with astounding emphasis. "Who brought you home?"