The next day was an exceedingly hot and sultry one. Daisy had no visitors until quite late in the afternoon; however it was a peaceful day. She lay quiet and happy, and Juanita was quite as well contented that the house should be empty, and they two alone. Late in the afternoon, Preston came.
"Well, my dear little Daisy! so you are coming home?"
"Arm I?" said Daisy.
"To be sure; and your foot is going to get well, and we are going to have all sorts of grand doings for you."
"My foot is getting well."
"Certainly. Don't be a Quaker, Daisy."
"What sort of doings are you going to have, Preston?"
"First thing as soon as you are well enough for it we are going to have a grand pic-nic party to Silver Lake."
"Silver Lake? what, on the other side of the river?"
"Yes."