This is a nice place."
Behind them was the high, steep, wooded bank, rising right up.
Before them was a little strip of pebbly beach, and little
wavelets of the river washing past it. Beyond lay the broad
stream, all bright in the summer sunshine, with the great blue
hills rising up misty and blue in the distance. Nothing else;
a little curve in the shore on each side shut them in from all
that was above or below near at hand.
"Why, this is a fine place," repeated the Captain. "Were you
ever here before?"
"Not in a long time," said Daisy. "I have been here with
June."
"June! Aren't we here with June now?"
"_Now?_ — Oh, I don't mean the month — I mean mamma's black
June," said Daisy, laughing.
"Well, that is the first time I ever heard of a black June!"
muttered the Captain. "Does she resemble her name or her
colour?"
"She isn't much like the month of June," said Daisy. "I don't
think she is a very cheerful person."
"Then I wouldn't come here any more with her — or anywhere
else."
"I don't," said Daisy. "I don't go with her, or with anybody
else — much. Only I go with Sam and the pony."
"Where's Ransom. Don't he go with you?"
"Oh, Ransom's older, you know; and he's a boy.
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