92 
DAISY S FRIGHT. 
Before the hymn was finished, Daisy was 
fast asleep. 
“It is a pity she is such a CQward,” said 
Kate, in a whisper. “I wonder if she 
could not he cured of it?” 
“ Dr. Moore thinks she will outgrow it,” 
replied Annie. “We never notice it if we 
can help it; and she tries very hard not to 
show it: so we know it is not affectation.” 
“ How did it begin ?” asked Kate. “ Did 
any one tell her frightful stories ?” 
“Oh, no! She was always just so. She 
used to cry when it came dark, before she 
was old enough to speak; but she has been 
a great deal better the last year. Aunt 
thinks she was much injured by the way she 
was managed at Aunt Meredith’s. She 
and Sidney went there to spend the summer; 
and Aunt Meredith made her go to bed 
alone in the dark, and did not mind her 
crying, except to scold and laugh at her. 
So she left off complaining; but she looked 
so unwell that Sidney finally wrote to Aunt 
Louisa, and aunt went and brought her 
home. She had fits after she came; and Dr. 
Moore said a little more of such treatment 
would have injured her very much.” 
