"
"Have you! Oh, where is it?"
"How do you do?" said the Captain, sitting down beside her.
"I do very well. Where is the fish? You have got nothing but
stones there, Captain Drummond?"
The Captain, without speaking, displayed one of the stones he
had in his hand. It looked very curious. Upon a smooth flat
surface, where the stone had been split, there was a raised
part which had the appearance of some sort of animal; but
this, too, seemed to be stone, and was black and shining,
though its parts were distinct.
"What is that, Captain Drummond? It is a stone."
"It is a fish."
"That?"
"That."
"But you are laughing."
"Am I?" said the Captain, as grave as a senator. "It's a fish
for all that."
"This curious black thing?"
"Precisely."
"What sort of a fish?"
"Daisy, have you had any luncheon?"
"No, sir."
"Then you had better discuss that subject first. Soldiers
cannot get along without their rations, you'll find."
"What is that?" said Daisy.
"Rations?"
"Yes, sir."
"Daily bread, Daisy. Of one sort or another, as the case may
be. Where is that basket?"
Daisy had charge of it, and would not let him take it out of
her hands. She unfolded napkins, and permitted the Captain to
help himself when she had all things ready.
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