So wat's yer name, kid? Full name? Nora Marguerite Schiller, but most people call me Daisy. It's just easier to say.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? Where did "Daisy" come from? It's a nickname for Marguerite, and Poppa also calls me that because I was born on May Day, 1884.
Where you from, anyways? I'm from right here in New York City, with my parents and three brothers (two older, one younger).
Whadd'a yah look like? I guess I'm average in height and size, not too skinney but not plump, either. Blue eyes, sort of curly brown hair. (I prefer wearing it down to wearing it up all the time.)
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? That depends on what you call distinguishing. Perhaps my ablilty (or lack there of) to speak German? And I've finished high school.
If you emptied out yah pockets
on dis' table right now, wat�
would fall out?
In my pockets there is the house key, a rather crumpled shopping list, whatever else I've picked up around here during the day.
How'd you find 'da place? The reason I'm here is that Mama and Poppa are hoping I'll get over some of my "newfangled" ideas, like votes for women and saving the world. They knew Mr. Littlefield, Ruth's husband, years ago, so when they heard about the lodging house here, they arranged for me to work here several days a week teaching Zelly Dooley English, with the hope that I'd get over saving the world when I saw how much work it is. Unfortuneately for them, their plan backfired. I love it here. When Darkness decided to move out, she and Ruth and Vixen and I had a talk, and it was decided that I would take over Darkness's position, with help from Vixen. So here I am.
You drink, smoke, gamble...� No, not unless you count life as a gamble. And then I'd guess you'd call me a high roller. *grin*
Related tah any'bady�
we'd know?
Not unless you've visited the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
Who's yah best friend? I don't really have one. All of the girls and Ruth are wonderful in their own ways. As for a beau, I don't have one, and I don't intend on ever marrying.
Got any woyds tah live by? Waiting for miracles to happen is like wishing for daisies in winter. Neither is going to happen without a little effort.

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