Come, Daisy! I want to know why _is_ it so much more wicked to sing a song than to make somebody else singsong ?--for that's the way they all do the spelling book, _I_ know.

Hey, Daisy ?" "How did you know anything about it, Mr.McFarlane ?" "Come, Daisy,--explain.

I am all in a fog--or else you are.

This spelling book seems to me a very wicked thing on Sunday." "I will take it, if you please, Mr.McFarlane." "Not if I know it! I want my ignorance instructed, Daisy.

I am persuaded you are the best person to enlighten me--but if not, I shall try this spelling book on Mrs.Randolph.I regard it as a great curiosity, and an important question in metaphysics." Poor Daisy! She did not know what to do; conscious that Gary was laughing at her all the while, and most unwilling that the story of the spelling book should get to Mrs.Randolph's ears.