CHAPTER IX.
It was bright morning, the pony chaise at the door, and Daisy in it; standing to arrange matters.
"Now, Daisy, have you got all in there?
I don't believe it." "Why don't you believe it ?" "How much will that concern hold ?" "A great deal more than you want.

There's a big box under all the seat." "What have you got in it ?" Daisy went off into a laugh, such a laugh of glee as did her father's heart good.

Mr.Randolph was standing in the doorway to see the expedition set forward.
"What's the matter, Daisy ?" he said.
"Papa, he don't think anybody is a person of forethought but himself." It was Preston's turn to laugh, and Mr.Randolph joined him.
"Shews he don't know you, Daisy, as well as I do.

When do you expect to be home again ?" Mr.Randolph had come down to the side of the chaise and was looking with a very pleased face at what was in it.

Daisy said she supposed they would stay till Preston had caught as many fish as he wanted.
"And won't you be tired before that ?" "O no, papa! I am going to fish too." "I'll have all you catch, Daisy,--for my own eating!" He bent his head down as he spoke, to kiss the little fisherwoman; but Daisy, answering some unusual tenderness of face or manner, sprung up and threw her arms round his neck, and only released him after a very close pressure.
"She is in a fair way to be cured of her morbid seriousness"-- Mr.
Randolph thought as he saw the cavalcade set forth; and well pleased he went in to breakfast.