Art Painting

One of Daisy's duties as companion to her great-aunt was that of reading the newspaper aloud, and she prided herself on her accomplishment.
Just as Joe had put his finger on his lip Daisy bad been asking, "Shall I read this, father?" And Bunting had answered quickly, "Aye, do, my dear."
He was absorbed in what he was hearing, and, on seeing Joe at the door, he had only just nodded his head. The young man was becoming so frequent a visitor as to be almost one of themselves.
Daisy read out:'
"The Avenger: A - "
And then she stopped short, for the next word puzzled her greatly. Bravely, however, she went on. "A the-o-ry."
"Go in - do!" whispered Mrs. Bunting to her visitor. "Why should we stay out here in the cold? It's ridiculous."
"I don't want to interrupt Miss Daisy," whispered Chandler back, rather hoarsely.
"Well, you'll hear it all the better in the room. Don't think she'll stop because of you, bless you! There's nothing shy about our Daisy!"