"She isn't much like the month of June," said Daisy. "I don't think she is a very cheerful person."
"Then I wouldn't come here any more with her or anywhere else."
"I don't," said Daisy. "I don't go with her, or with anybody else much. Only I go with Sam and the pony."
"Where's Ransom. Don't he go with you?"
"Oh, Ransom's older, you know; and he's a boy."
"Ransom don't know his advantages. This is pleasant, Daisy.
Now let us see. What were you and I about?"
"You were telling me something, Captain Drummond."
"What was it? Oh, I know. Daisy, you are under arrest, you know, and sentenced to extra duty. The work you are to perform, is to gather as many of these little pebbles together these white ones as you can in five minutes."
Daisy went to work; so did the Captain; and very busy they were, for the Captain gathered as many pebbles as she did. He made her fetch them to a place where the little beach was clean and smooth, and in the shadow of an overhanging tree they both sat down. Then the Captain, throwing off his cap, began arranging the white pebbles on the sand in some mysterious manner lines of them here and lines of them there whistling as he worked. Daisy waited with curious patience; watched him closely, but never asked what he was doing. At last he stopped, looked up at her, and smiled.
"Well! " he said.