"Yes, that is the cause of all the trouble that has been in the house. Now, Daisy, you'll give it up?"
"Give what up?"
"Give up your nonsense, and sing."
"That?" said Daisy, and a slight flush came into the pale cheeks.
"Aunt Felicia wants you to sing it, and she will make you do it, when you get well."
Daisy made no answer.
"Don't you see, my dear Daisy, it is foolish not to do as other people do?"
"I don't see what my broken ankle has to do with what you are saying, Preston."
"Daisy, what will become of you all these six weeks? We cannot go a fishing, nor have any fun."
"You can."