If not put on the alert he was sure to be down to breakfast last of anybody.

So Daisy went to bed and to sleep with her mind at rest.
It was so pleasant when she came out at half past six the next morning, that Daisy almost thought it was the prettiest time of all.

The morning air smelt so fresh, with the scent of the trees and flowers coming through the dew; and the light was so cool and clear, not like the hot glow of later hours, that Daisy felt like dancing for very gladness.
Then it was such a stroke of business to go to Crum Elbow before breakfast! The pony and the chaise came up presently, and Sam and the black pony, all right, and every one of them looking more brisk and fresh than usual.

And off they went; under the boughs of the dew-bright trees, where the birds seemed to be as glad as Daisy, to judge by the songs they were singing; and by and by out from the beautiful grounds of Melbourne, into the road.

It was pleasanter there, Daisy thought, than she had ever seen it.