Daisy's face clouded, coloured, and the tears came into her
eyes.
"Answer, Daisy, since it is put so," said her father, gravely.
"I bought a ham, papa."
But the shout that was raised at this was so uproarious that
Daisy was almost overcome. She would certainly have made her
escape, only she knew such a thing would not be permitted. She
sat still, and bore it as well as she could.
"The baskets held eggs, no doubt," said Captain Drummond, the
other gentleman.
"Roast potatoes would be better for your Irish friends,
Daisy," said McFarlane. "Ham and eggs is good for the Yankees.
It would be the best plan to make a fire out-of-doors and let
each one cook for himself, according to his country. How do
you expect to please everybody?"
"Come here, Daisy," said her father, kindly, and he put his
arm round her and kissed her; "did you have money enough for
your ham and your other purchases too?"
"Plenty, papa," said Daisy, gratefully.
"And why didn't you go yesterday afternoon, as I thought you
intended?" Daisy's and Ransom's eyes met.
"Papa, it was a great deal pleasanter this morning than it
would have been then; I never had such a nice ride."
"And what do you want done now? Is your table ready?"
"It will be ready — Mr.
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