"
"Is it bad, Daisy?"
"My foot? It has been pretty bad."
"Poor Daisy! And that was all because you would not sing."
"Because I would not sing, Preston!"
"Yes, that is the cause of all the trouble that has been in
the house. Now, Daisy, you'll give it up?"
"Give what up?"
"Give up your nonsense, and sing."
"_That?_" said Daisy, and a slight flush came into the pale
cheeks.
"Aunt Felicia wants you to sing it, and she will make you do
it, when you get well."
Daisy made no answer.
"Don't you see, my dear Daisy, it is foolish not to do as
other people do?"
"I don't see what my broken ankle has to do with what you are
saying, Preston."
"Daisy, what will become of you all these six weeks? We cannot
go a fishing, nor have any fun."
"You can."
"What will you do?"
"I guess I can have books and read, by and by. I will ask Dr.
Sandford."
"Suppose I bring some books, and read to you?"
"Oh, Preston! how nice."
"Well, I'll do it then. What shall I bring?"
"I wish you could bring something that would tell about these
things."
"These things? What is that?"
"It is a trilobite. Captain Drummond got it the other day. It
was a fish once, and now it is a stone; and I would like very
much to know about it.
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