I told you, Mr. Randolph, I would as lief not have
a child as not have her mind me. She shall do what I bid her, if she
dies for it."
"It won't come to that," said Mrs. Gary. Mr. Randolph turned on his
heel.
Meantime, another person who had seen with sorrow Daisy's pale face, and
had half a guess as to the cause of it, came up to her side and sat
down.
"Daisy, what is to be done to-day?"
"I don't know, Capt. Drummond."
"You don't feel like storming the heights, this morning?"
Again, to him also, the glance of Daisy's eye was so very sweet and so
very wistful, that the captain was determined in a purpose he had half
had in his mind.
"What do you say to a long expedition, Daisy?"
"I don't feel like driving, Capt. Drummond."
"No, but suppose I drive,--and we will leave Loupe at home for to-day. I
want to go as far as Schroeder's Hill, to look after trilobites; and I
do not want anybody with me but you. Shall we go?"
"What are those things, Capt. Drummond?"
"Trilobites?"
"Yes. What are they?"
"Curious things, Daisy! They are a kind of fish that are found on land.
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