Who will be the queen?"
"I don't know yet," said Daisy.
"Are you going to have any part where you will be dressed up?"
"We shall have to be dressed for them all. We cannot wear our own
dresses, you know; it would not be a picture."
"But, I mean, are you going to be dressed up with nice things?--not like
this."
"This will be dressed up," said Daisy; "she will be very nicely
dressed--to be one of the queen's ladies, you know."
"Daisy! Daisy!--" was now called from the larger group of
counsel-takers, Daisy and Nora having separated themselves for their
private discourse. "Daisy! look here--come here! see what you are to be.
You are to be an angel."
"You are to be an angel, Daisy," Theresa repeated,--"with wonderful
wings made of gauze on a light frame of whalebone."
Daisy came near, looking very attentive; if she felt any more she did
not shew it in her face.
"Daisy, you will do it delightfully," said Mrs. Sandford. "Come and
look. It is this beautiful picture of the Game of Life."
"What is it, ma'am?" said Daisy.
"These two figures, you see, are playing a game of chess. The stake they
are playing for, is this young man's soul; he is one of the players, and
this other player is the evil one. The arch-fiend thinks he has got a
good move; the young man is very serious but perplexed; and there stands
his guardian angel watching how the game will go."
Daisy looked at the picture in silence of astonishment. It seemed to her
impossible that anybody could play at such a subject as that.
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