The sun was shining bright the next morning, and Daisy sat on one of the seats under the trees, half in sunshine, half in shadow.

It was after breakfast, and she had been scarcely seen or heard that morning before.
Ransom, came up.
"Daisy, do you want to go fishing ?" "No, I think not." "You don't! What are you going to do ?" "I am not going to do anything." "I don't believe it.

What ails you?
Mother said I was to ask you--and there you sit like a wet feather.

I am glad I am not a girl, however!" Ransom went off, and a very faint colour rose in Daisy's cheek.
"Are you not well, Daisy ?" said Mr.Randolph, who had also drawn near.
"I am well, papa." "You don't look so.

What's the matter, that you don't go a fishing, when Ransom has the consideration to ask you ?" Daisy's tranquillity was very nearly overset.