She had set out a plate of delicate rolls, and another with
bread and butter folded in a napkin; and still she paused with
her hand in the basket.
"Go on, Daisy. I want to see what comes next."
"I don't know," said Daisy. "Why, Joanna has made us a lemon
pie!"
"Capital!" said Preston. "And what have you got in that dish?"
"I know," said Daisy. "Joanna has put in some jelly for me.
What sort of an animal is that, Preston?"
"It is a sort I shall not be to-day — with jelly and lemon
pie. But what has Joanna put in for me? nothing but bread?"
"Why, there are sandwiches."
"Where?"
"Why, there! Those rolls are stuffed with meat, Preston."
"Splendid!" said Preston, falling foul of the rolls
immediately. "What sort of an animal is a Spartan? My dear
little Daisy, don't you know?"
"I don't believe I know anything," said Daisy, humbly.
"Don't you want to?"
"Oh, yes, Preston! if I had anybody to help me, — I do."
"Well — we'll see. How perfect these sandwiches are! when
one's hungry."
"I am hungry too," said Daisy. "I think the sound of the water
makes me hungry. Oh, I wish I had given Sam some! — I never
thought of it. How hungry he must be!"
"He'll get along," said Preston, helping himself to another
roll.
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