The Captain was not able to claim Daisy's promise immediately.

On their return to the house he was at once taken up with some of the older people, and Daisy ran off to her long delayed dinner.
The next day in the course of her wanderings about the grounds, which were universal, Daisy came upon her cousin Preston.

He sat in the shade of a clump of larches under a great oak, making flies for fishing; which occupation, like a gentlemanly boy as he was, he had carried out there where the litter of it would be in nobody's way.

Preston Gary was a very fine fellow; about sixteen, a handsome fellow, very spirited, very clever, and very gentle and kind to his little cousin Daisy.

Daisy liked him much, and was more entirely free with him perhaps than with any other person in the family.