"I hear you are going to die on the field of battle—and I want to be there that I may throw myself after you, as Douglas did after the Bruce's locket; saying 'Go thou first, brave heart, as thou art wont, and I will follow thee!'"
"Daisy," said the Captain, "you were singing a battle-song as we came down the hill—that is what he means."
"Oh!—" said Daisy, her face changing from its amazed look. But her colour rose too a little.
"What was it?"
"That?" said Daisy. "O that was a hymn."
"A hymn!" shouted Gary. "Good! A hymn! That's glorious! Where did you get it, Daisy? Have you got a collection of Swedish war-songs? They used to sing and fight together, I am told. They are the only people I ever heard of that did—except North American Indians. Where did you get it?"
"I got it from June."
"June! what, by inspiration? June is a fine month, I know—for strawberries—but I had no idea——"
"No, no," said Daisy, half laughing,—"I mean my June—there she is; I got it from her."
"Hollo!" cried Gary. "Come here, my good woman—Powers of Darkness! Is your name June?"