"I won't know you long if you don't sit still in that saddle, Miss."
"Do you like me, Enoch?"
Nucky groaned. "Frank, if Diana don't quit twisting, I'll fall myself, even if she don't!"
"Don't bother Enoch, daughter!"
"I'm not bothering Enoch, Daddy. I'm making conversation. I like him, even if he has red hair."
Nucky sighed, and tried to turn the trend of the small girl's ideas.
"I'll bet you don't know what kind of stone that is yonder where the giant dripped blood."
"There isn't any giant's blood!" exclaimed Diana scornfully. "That is just red quartz!"
"Oh, and what's the layer next to it?" demanded Nucky skeptically.
"That's black basalt," answered the little girl. Then, leaning far out of the saddle to point to the depths below, "and that—"