The letter was sent on a Tuesday, and on Thursday morning a telegram
came from Daisy to say she was coming down. Mrs Griffith was highly
agitated.
'I'll go and put on my silk dress,' she said.
'No, mother, that is a silly thing; be as shabby as you can.'
'How'll father be?' asked George. 'You'd better speak to him, Edith.'
He was called, the stranger in his own house.
'Look here, father, Daisy's coming this morning. Now, you'll be civil,
won't you?'
'I'm afraid he'll go and spoil everything,' said Mrs Griffith,
anxiously.