Drummond?
It is a stone." "It is a fish." "_That_ ?" "That." "But you are laughing." "Am I ?" said the Captain, as grave as a senator.

"It's a fish for all that." "This curious black thing ?" "Precisely." [Illustration] "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.