"Why not?"
"Why, because a fisher is a kind of a Spartan animal, while he is about his business."
"What kind of an animal is that?" said Daisy, looking up from her arrangements.
She had set out a plate of delicate rolls, and another with bread and butter folded in a napkin; and still she paused with her hand in the basket.
"Go on, Daisy. I want to see what comes next."
"I don't know," said Daisy. "Why, Joanna has made us a lemon pie!"
"Capital!" said Preston. "And what have you got in that dish?"
"I know," said Daisy. "Joanna has put in some jelly for me.
What sort of an animal is that, Preston?"
"It is a sort I shall not be to-day with jelly and lemon pie. But what has Joanna put in for me? nothing but bread?"
"Why, there are sandwiches."