"You don't want to stop her singing?" said Captain Drummond.
"That sort? yes I do. It wouldn't be healthy, up at the house. Daisy, sing that gipsy-song from 'The Camp in Silesia,' that I heard you singing a day or two ago."
" 'The Camp in Silesia'?" said Captain Drummond. "Daisy, can you sing that?"
"Whistles it off like a gipsy herself," said Gary. "Daisy, sing it."
"I like the other best," said Daisy.
But neither teasing nor coaxing could make her sing again, either the one or the other.
CHAPTER IX.
AFTER TROUT.
It was bright morning, the pony-chaise at the door, and Daisy in it; standing to arrange matters.
"Now, Daisy, have you got all in there? I don't believe it."