ten o'clock
It seemed to her she never could stop crying or grow calm again , for as often as she thought of the touching words , `` I p ` ays for you , '' there came a fresh burst of sobs and tears , until at last nature was exhausted , and with a low moan Daisy sank upon her knees and tried to pray , the words which first sprang to her lips framing themselves into thanks that somewhere in the world there was one who prayed for her and loved her , too , even though the love might have for its object merely dolls and candies and toys . And these the child should have in such abundance , and Miss McDonald found herself longing for the morrow in which to begin again the shopping she had thought was nearly ended . It was in vain next day that her mother remonstrated against her going out , pleading her white , haggard face and the rawness of the day . Daisy was not to be detained at home , and before ten o'clock she was down on Broadway , and the dolly with the `` shash '' and `` pairesol '' which she had seen the day before under its glass case was hers for twenty-five dollars , and the plainer bit of china , who was to be dollie 's mother and perform the parental duty of `` panking her when she was naughty , '' was also purchased , and the dishes and the table and stove and bedstead , with ruffled sheets and pillow-cases and blue satin spread and the washboard and clothes bars and tiny wringer , with divers others toys , were bought with a disregard of expense which made Miss McDonald a wonder to those who waited on her . Such a Christmas box was seldom sent to a child as that which Daisy packed in her room that night , with her mother looking on and wondering what Sunday-school was to be the recipient of all those costly presents and suggesting that cheaper articles would have answered just as well . Everything the child had asked for was there except the picture . That Daisy dared not send , lest it should look too much like thrusting herself upon Guy 's notice and wound Julia , his wife .