"O, she is to be Priscilla here--I thought nobody but Daisy would care
about being a Puritan; but it is her chosen character."

"It'll be a pretty tableau," said Theresa.

"And what am I to be, Preston?" said Nora.

"You are to be several things. You and Ella must be the two young
princes in the tower."

"What tower?" said Nora.

There was another general laugh, and then Daisy, who was well at home in
English history, pulled her little friend aside to whisper to her the
story and shew her the picture.

"What are those men going to do?" said Nora.

"They are going to kill the little princes. They have got a featherbed
or something there, and they are going to smother them while they are
asleep."

"But I don't want the featherbed on top of me!" said Nora.

"No, no,--it is not to come down on you; but that is the picture; they
will hold it just so; it will not come down."

"But suppose they should let it fall?"