Daisy thought it was
a fine day's fishing.
They found Sam, sound and dry, mounting guard over the tin pail when
they came back to it. And I think Daisy held to her own understanding of
the text that had been in debate; for there was a fine portion of lemon
pie, jelly and sandwiches, laid by for him in the basket, and by Sam
devoured with great appreciation.
CHAPTER X.
June came the next morning to dress her young mistress as usual. Daisy
was not soon done with that business on this particular day; she would
break off, half dressed, and go to lean out of her window. There was a
honeysuckle below the window; its dewy sweet smell came up to her, and
the breath of the morning was sweet beside in all the trees and leaves
around; the sun shone on the short turf by glimpses, where the trees
would let it. Daisy leaned out of her window. June stood as often
before, with comb and brush in hand.
"Miss Daisy--it's late."
"June," said Daisy,--"it's Sunday."
"Yes, ma'am."
"It'll be hot too," Daisy went on. "June, are you glad when Sunday
comes?"
"Yes ma'am," said June, shifting her position a little.
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