"Besides," continued Gary, "great men don't grow in the north.
Daisy, I want to know which is the battle-field you are going
to die on."
Daisy sat back from the map of Europe, and looked at Gary with
unqualified amazement.
"Well?" said Gary. "I mean it."
"I don't know what you mean."
"I hear you are going to die on the field of battle — and I
want to be there that I may throw myself after you, as Douglas
did after the Bruce's locket; saying 'Go thou first, brave
heart, as thou art wont, and I will follow thee!' "
"Daisy," said the Captain, "you were singing a battle-song as
we came down the hill — that is what he means."
"Oh! —" said Daisy, her face changing from its amazed look.
But her colour rose, too, a little.
"What was it?"
"That?" said Daisy. "Oh, that was a hymn."
"A hymn!" shouted Gary. "Good! A hymn! That's glorious! Where
did you get it, Daisy? Have you got a collection of Swedish
war-songs? They used to sing and fight together, I am told.
They are the only people I ever heard of that did — except
North American Indians. Where did you get it?"
"I got it from June."
"June! what, by inspiration? June is a fine month, I know —
for strawberries — but I had no idea —"
"No, no," said Daisy, half laughing, — "I mean my June — there
she is; I got it from her.
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