" Canford, graceful, pretty, vivacious, having been translated from childhood to womanhood between one season and the next. Now Daisy was performing the same miracle. She looked so like Miggy that it caught his heart; tall and slender, pale-skinned and delicate-boned. Her bright curls were the same coppery shade but her eyes were honey-brown – Patrick’s legacy – and set differently from Miggy’s green ones. She still loved to sail and row and swim but there was a dreaminess about her now, a secretive shyness, that touched him and evoked his natural protectiveness. He looked down over the creek to the mill and thought of Hattie. He was delighted that she had sold her cottage to her old friend Sarah who, to everyone’s relief, had long since abandoned her attitude of disapproval towards Miggy. It was a pity that people generally had to fall prey to their own weaknesses before they could understand or sympathise with others who had made mistakes but at least Sarah showed no tendencies to be hypocritical. Now, Hattie only had one cottage to worry about and, if all went according to plan, the other cottage would soon be occupied. Toby gave a great sigh of pleasure as he watched the heron, still "

― Marcia Willett , Hattie's Mill