"Then you had better discuss that subject first. Soldiers cannot get along without their rations, you'll find."
"What is that?" said Daisy.
"Rations?"
"Yes, sir."
"Daily bread, Daisy. Of one sort or another, as the case may be. Where is that basket?"
Daisy had charge of it, and would not let him take it out of her hands. She unfolded napkins, and permitted the Captain to help himself when she had all things ready. Then bread-and- butter and salad were found to be very refreshing. But while Daisy ate, she looked at the trilobite.
"Please tell me what it is, Captain Drummond."
"It is a Crustacean."
"But, you know, I don't know what a Crustacean is."
"A Crustacean is a fellow who wears his bones on the outside."