"Oh, yes, papa. - We will be quiet when it rains, and travel on the good days. And then we shall be in time to see the spring flowers."
"How do you know anything about that, Daisy?"
"Papa, I remember when I was a child, at Melbourne, Mr. Dinwiddie told me some of these things; and I have never forgotten."
"Have you wanted to go to Palestine ever since you were ten years old?"
"Oh, no, papa; only of late. When your promise came, then I thought very soon what I would ask you. And now is such a good time."
"There will be different opinions about that," said my father. "However, we will go, Daisy. To the half of my kingdom. Your mother has the other half. But allow me to ask you just in passing, what do you think of our young English friend?"
"He has no head, papa."
Papa looked amused.
"Signor Piacevoli - what do you think of him?"
"He is very nice and kind and full of good things; but he has no principles, papa; no settled principles."