"Nobody. O Preston, it was a great deal after five o'clock. What are proper times for reading it?"
"Are you going to cut that lemon pie?—or shall I? Daisy, I thought you were hungry. What is the use of jelly, if you don't eat it? You'll never catch fish at that rate. Fishers must eat."
"But Preston, what do you mean by proper times for reading the Bible?"
"Daisy, eat some lemon pie. It's capital. It melts in your mouth. Joanna
Underwood is an excellent woman!"
"But Preston, what do you mean?"
"I don't mean you shall be religious Daisy, if I can help it."
"What do you mean by being religious?"
"I declare!" said Preston, laughing at her grave little face, "I believe you've begun already. I am come in good time. I won't let you be anything but just what you ought to be, Daisy. Come—eat some jelly, or some pie, or something."
"But tell me then, Preston!" Daisy persisted.
"It is something ridiculous,—and you would not wish to be ridiculous."