"Daisy, I hope you do not think you have a 'vocation,' " said
Mr. Randolph, half smiling.
"Papa," said the child, "I cannot help it."
"No, perhaps not," said Mr. Randolph, stooping again to Daisy's lips. "When you are older and wiser you will know better. At present your vocation is to be a good little daughter. Now what are you going to do to-day? Here is Preston if you want him; or I will do for you what you please."
"Yes, Daisy, what shall we do?" said Preston.
"Oh, are you at leisure?"
"All your own, Daisy, for this morning at any rate. What shall we do?"
"Preston, would you mind getting my tray for me; and let us go on with the battle of Hastings?"
"With what?" said Mr. Randolph, laughing.
"The battle of Hastings, papa English history, you know.
Captain Drummond and I got just there, and then we stopped.
But Harold was killed wasn't he, papa?"
"I believe he was, Daisy."