"I have so much to think of, papa."
"More than I have?"
"Why, yes, papa," I said, half laughing. "I think so."
"You must have fields of speculation unknown to me, Daisy."
"Yes, papa. Some time I want to talk to you about them."
"Isn't now a good time?" said papa, carelessly.
I was silent a while, thinking how to begin. It was a good time, I knew, and I dared not let it pass. I had been waiting till Mr. Dinwiddie should have left us and papa and I be quite alone; and he was to join us again as soon as we started on our northward journey. Now was my best opportunity. All the more, for knowing that, my heart beat.
"Papa," I began, "may I ask you a few questions, the better to come at what I want?"
"Certainly. Your questions, Daisy, I have always found stimulating."
"Then first, what is it you think of most, in looking over from this place to Jerusalem?"