"We were just come to the battle of Hastings, before Capt. Drummond went away; and I should like so much to go on with it!"
"But was the battle of Hastings on the tray?"
"No, Preston, but the place was; and Capt. Drummond told me about the battles."
"Who is here to tell you about them now, Daisy?"
"Couldn't you?—sometimes, now and then?"
"I might; but you see, Daisy, you are coming to Melbourne now, and there will be Silver Lake and lots of other things to do. You won't want the tray here."
Daisy looked a little wistfully at her cousin. She said nothing. And Preston turned sharply, for he heard a soft rustle coming up the path, and was just in time to spring to the door and open it for his aunt.
"Plow insufferably hot!" was Mrs. Randolph's remark. "How do you do,
Daisy?"
"I think she is bewitched to stay in banishment, aunt Felicia; she will have it she is not coming home."
Mrs. Randolph's answer was given to the doctor, who entered at the instant behind Preston.