"I asked Preston to show it to me on the map or he said he would."
"Come with me, and I'll do it. You shouldn't ask anybody but me about the Crimea."
So getting hold affectionately of Daisy's hand, he and she went off to the house. No one was in the library. The Captain opened a large map of Russia; Daisy got up in a chair, with her elbows on the great library table, and leaned over it, while the Captain drew up another chair and pointed out the Crimea and Sebastopol, and showed the course by which the English ships had come, for Daisy took care to ask that. Then, finding so earnest a listener, he went on to describe to her the situation of other places on the Peninsula, and the character of the country, and the severities of the climate in the region of the great struggle. Daisy listened, with her eyes varying between Captain Drummond's face and the map. The Black Sea became known to Daisy thence and forever.
"I never thought geography was so interesting!" she remarked with a sigh, as the Captain paused. He smiled.
"Now, Daisy, you have something to tell me," he said.
"What?" said Daisy, looking up suddenly.
"Why, you wanted to know about soldiers don't you remember your promise?"
The child's face all changed; her busy, eager, animated look became on the instant thoughtful and still. Yet changed, as the Captain saw with some curiosity, not to lesser but to greater intentness.
"Well, Daisy?"
"Captain Drummond, if I tell you, I do not wish it talked about."