There she waited for June to join her, and together they went down to the river shore.

Safe there from pursuit, on such a day, Daisy curled herself down in the shade with her back against a stone, and then began to think.

She felt very miserable; not merely for what had passed, but for a long stretch of trouble that she saw lying before her.

Indeed where or how it was to end, Daisy had no idea.

Her father indeed, she felt pretty sure would not willingly allow his orders to come in conflict with what she thought her duty; though if he happened to do it unconsciously,--Daisy would not follow that train of thought.