"Did you bring me 'Sandford and Merton,' Preston?" she said, presently.
" 'Sandford and Merton'! My dear Daisy, I have been going all over the world, you know this part of it and I was too far from Melbourne to go round that way for your book; if I had, it would have been too late to get here. You see the sun's pretty well down."
Daisy said no more; but it was out of her power not to look disappointed. She had so counted upon her book; and she was so weary of lying still and doing nothing. She wanted very much to read about the house that Harry and Tommy built; it would have been a great refreshment.
"Cheer up, Daisy," said Preston; "I'll bring you books to- morrow and read to you too, if you like it. What shall I bring?"
"Oh, Preston, I want to know about trilobites!"
"Daisy, you might as well want to know about the centre of the earth! That's where they belong."
"I should like to know about the centre of the earth," said
Daisy. "Is there anything there."
"Anything at the centre of the earth? I suppose so."
"But I mean, anything but earth," said Daisy.
Preston burst out laughing. "Oh, Daisy, Daisy! Hadn't you better learn about what is on the outside of the earth, before we dig down so deep into it?"