"Fasten my buttons, please," she said, turning her back to Daisy. "I'll fasten your buttons, all right," Daisy muttered, but she couldn't hide her amusement at Emma's good mood. "You just see that young cowboy don't unfasten 'em again." Emma stiffened. "Daisy! How could you say such a thing?" "I wasn't always old an' fat," Daisy chortled. "No, siree, I was young once, just like you. Now, you mind your manners and behave like a lady, or I'll paddle your bottom." "Fiddlefaddle," Emma said, but she was smiling when she whirled around to face Daisy, her skirts swishing as she moved. "How do I look?" "Like a tiger lily," Daisy answered fondly, gathering her apron into her hands. "Lord, but you're a beauty, chile--no wonder some young fella's always tryin' to lead you down the primrose path!" Emma's smile faded as she wondered how on earth she would resist Steven Fairfax if he got her alone and kissed her. But Daisy laughed at her expression and patted her briskly on the cheek. "Don't look so fretted up, now--the fella what succeeds, I reckon he'll be the right one." To" --