The Little Sisters of the Dovecote

Daisy was one of the captivating children who seemd made to be kissed and cuddled. Her small virtues were so sweet that she would have been quite angelic, if aew small naughtinesses had not kept her delightfully human. Every morning she scrambled up to the window in her little nightgown to look out and say, no matter whether it rained or shone, oh, pretty day, pretty day,. She offered kisses to a stranger so confidingly that the most inveterate chelor relented.