"It's a fish for all
that."
"This curious black thing?"
"Precisely."
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"What sort of a fish?"
"Daisy, have you had any luncheon?"
"No, sir."
"Then you had better discuss that subject first. Soldiers cannot get
along without their rations, you'll find."
"What is that?" said Daisy.
"Rations?"
"Yes, sir."
"Daily bread, Daisy. Of one sort or another as the case may be. Where is
that basket?"
Daisy had charge of it and would not let him take it out of her hands.
She unfolded napkins, and permitted the Captain to help himself when
she had all things ready. Then bread and butter and salad were found to
be very refreshing. But while Daisy eat, she looked at the trilobite.
"Please tell me what it is, Capt, Drummond."
"It is a Crustacean."
"But you know I don't know what a Crustacean is."
"A Crustacean, is a fellow who wears his bones on the outside."
"Capt. Drummond! What do you mean?"
"Well I mean that, Daisy. Did you never hear of the way soldiers used to
arm themselves for the fight in old times? in plates of jointed armour?"
"Yes, I know they did.
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