One day she lost everything, and came out greatly perturbed, to report
her ill-luck to "Teddy," as she called him now.
"It's a shame that I can't go in. I could loan you some, you know," Lord
Hardy said; and Daisy replied:
"Yes; 'tis an awful shame!" Then after a moment she added; "Teddy, I've
been thinking. I expect my Cousin Sue from Bangor every day."
"Ye-es," Teddy replied, slowly, and thinking at once that a cousin Sue
might be _de trop_. "Is she nice? How does she look?--any like you?"
"No; more like you, Ted. She is about your height--you are not tall, you
know; her hair is just the color of yours, and curls just like it, while
her eyes are the same. Dress you in her clothes, and you might pass for
her."
"By Jove! I see. When will she be here?" Teddy asked, and Daisy
replied:
"Just as soon as you can buy me some soft woollen goods to make her a
suit, and a pair of woman's gloves and boots which will fit you, and a
switch of hair to match yours. _Comprenez vous?_"
"You bet I do!" was the delighted answer; and within twenty-four hours
the soft woolen goods, and the boots, and gloves, and switch of hair,
and sundry other articles pertaining to a woman's toilet, were in
Daisy's room, from which, during the next day, issued shrieks of
laughter, almost too loud to be strictly lady-like, as Daisy fitted the
active little Irishman, and instructed him how to demean himself as
cousin Sue from Bangor.
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