"Are they?" said Daisy.
"They ought to be!"
"But I am not a lady."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I don't know," said Daisy gravely. "I suppose I am a little piece of one."
"Is that it?" said Capt. Drummond laughing. "Well, I will give you as large a piece of my leisure as you can make use of—without regard to proportions. What is on hand, Daisy?"
"Capt. Drummond," said Daisy with a very serious face,—"do soldiers have a very hard time?"
"Not always. Not when they are lying out under the trees at Melbourne, for example."
"But I mean, when they are acting like soldiers?"
He was ready with a laughing answer again, but seeing how earnest Daisy's face was, he controlled himself; and leaning on his elbow, with just a little smile of amusement on his face, he answered her.