What are they?"
"Curious things, Daisy! They are a kind of fish that are found
on land."
"Fish on land! But then they can't be fish, Captain Drummond?"
"Suppose we go and see," said the captain; "and then, if we
find any, we shall know more about them than we do now."
"But how do you catch them?"
"With my hands, I suppose."
"With your hands, Captain Drummond?"
"Really I don't know any other way, — unless your hands will
help. Come! shall we go and try?"
Daisy slowly rose up, very mystified, but with a little light
of interest and curiosity breaking on her face. The Captain
moved off on his part to get ready, well satisfied that he was
doing a good thing.
It went to the Captain's heart, nevertheless, for he had a
kind one, to see all the way how pale and quiet Daisy's face
was. She asked him no more about trilobites, she did not talk
about anything; the subjects the Captain started were soon let
drop. And not because she was too ill to talk, for Daisy's eye
was thoughtfully clear and steady, and the Captain had no
doubt but she was busy enough in her own mind with things she
did not bring out. What sort of things? he was very curious to
know. For he had never seen Daisy's face so exceeding sweet in
its expression as he saw it now; though the cheeks were pale
and worn, there was in her eye whenever it was lifted to his,
a light of something hidden that the Captain could not read.
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