She did not answer except by breaking out into the chorus
she had learnt from June: —
"Die in the field of battle,
Die in the field of battle,
Die in the field of battle,
Glory in your view!"
"Miss Daisy — I wouldn't sing that in the house," June
ventured. For the child's voice, clear and full, raised the
sweet notes to a pitch that might have been heard at least
through several of the large rooms. Daisy hushed her song.
The trout was to be for breakfast, and Daisy, when she was
quite ready, went gaily down to see if it would be approved.
Her father was engaged to eat it all, and he held to his
promise; only allowing Daisy herself to share with him; and on
the whole Daisy and he had a very gay breakfast.
"It is too hot to do anything," said Mrs. Randolph, as the
trout was very nearly reduced to a skeleton. "I shall not go
to church this morning."
A shade passed over Daisy's face, but she did not look towards
her mother.
"If you do not, I can't see why I should," said Mr. Randolph.
"The burden of setting a good example lies upon you."
"Why?" said his wife, quickly.
"Nobody will know whether _I_ am there or not."
"Nobody will know that I am there at any rate," the lady
rejoined.
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