"Daily bread, Daisy. Of one sort or another as the case may be. Where is that basket?"
Daisy had charge of it and would not let him take it out of her hands. She unfolded napkins, and permitted the Captain to help himself when she had all things ready. Then bread and butter and salad were found to be very refreshing. But while Daisy eat, she looked at the trilobite.
"Please tell me what it is, Capt, Drummond."
"It is a Crustacean."
"But you know I don't know what a Crustacean is."
"A Crustacean, is a fellow who wears his bones on the outside."
"Capt. Drummond! What do you mean?"
"Well I mean that, Daisy. Did you never hear of the way soldiers used to arm themselves for the fight in old times? in plates of jointed armour?"
"Yes, I know they did."
"Well these fellows are armed just so—only they do not put on steel or brass, but hard plates of bone or horn that do exactly as well, and are jointed just as nicely."