"They will not let it fall. The picture is to have it held just so, as
if they were going to smother the poor little princes the next minute."

"I think it is a horrid picture!" said Nora.

"But it will only last a little while. All you will have to do will be
to make believe you are asleep."

"I don't want to make believe I am asleep. I would rather have my eyes
open. What else am I going to be, Daisy?"

"Preston will tell. I believe--you are to be one of Queen Esther's
women, to hold her up when she fainted, you know."

"Let me see. Where is it?"

Daisy obtained the picture. Nora examined it critically.

"I would like to be the king, he is so handsome. 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."