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"Fish on land! But then they can't be fish, Capt. Drummond?"
"Suppose we go and see," said the captain; "and then if we find any, we
shall know more about them than we do now."
"But how do you catch them?"
"With my hands, I suppose."
"With your _hands_, Capt. Drummond?"
"Really I don't know any other way,--unless your hands will help. Come!
shall we go and try?"
Daisy slowly rose up, very mystified, but with a little light of
interest and curiosity breaking on her face. The Captain moved off on
his part to get ready, well satisfied that he was doing a good thing.
It went to the Captain's heart nevertheless, for he had a kind one, to
see all the way how pale and quiet Daisy's face was. She asked him no
more about trilobites, she did not talk about anything; the subjects the
Captain started were soon let drop. And not because she was too ill to
talk, for Daisy's eye was thoughtfully clear and steady, and the Captain
had no doubt but she was busy enough in her own mind with things she did
not bring out. What sort of things? he was very curious to know.
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