daffodiled

— But it was in the vast dull world of terraces, gardens, streets, roads, places, and squares of New Kensington that the eye found strongest evidence of the rude awakening that had burst upon the long dream of security. Those legions of poor blue-china, peacock-feathered people—those miles of dadoed and daffodiled interiors—how infinitely forlorn and desolate they were now! I thought of the days when I had seen them in their glory; when a new wall-paper had been of greater consequence than a brigade of infantry, and a bit of blue crockery was worth more than a marshal’s baton.