Daisy Quench had an awkward life that was so unusual that you cannot predict what would happen on poor Daisy; and let me introduce the miserable story of the unfortunate Daisy Quench to you; yes, the unfortunate one, not the joyful one.

        Daisy Quench was a little happy (not joyful) girl when she was thirteen. She was out-going. She always went to the field and made a blue flower-crown with forget-me-not for her beautiful mum, Adrienne, because she liked the colour blue.

        "Why do you so much like blue?" asked little Daisy one day, making one more flower-crown. "Ingrid likes red, Lisette likes pink, Moira green, and Lydie purple; but no one likes blue. Why do you?"

        "Because the hue of eyes is so beautiful and romantique, and unique. It is the colour of the unfathomable sea, the azure sky, of calm and of depth, of paradise and of inferno, and of many other things that you do not know; but listen, my child, never should you be close to a man who always in blue. Never, ever, ever," said Adrienne, grimly and slowly.

        Daisy Quench listened to the words, and felt very sad.