Don't you be too tender. Birds were made to
kill. What are they good for?"
With a wit that served her instead of experience, Daisy was
silent, looking with unspoken abhorrence at the wicked muzzle
of the fowling-piece.
"Did you bring me 'Sandford and Merton,' Preston?" she said,
presently.
" 'Sandford and Merton'! My dear Daisy, I have been going all
over the world, you know — this part of it — and I was too far
from Melbourne to go round that way for your book; if I had,
it would have been too late to get here. You see the sun's
pretty well down."
Daisy said no more; but it was out of her power not to look
disappointed. She had so counted upon her book; and she was so
weary of lying still and doing nothing. She wanted very much
to read about the house that Harry and Tommy built; it would
have been a great refreshment.
"Cheer up, Daisy," said Preston; "I'll bring you books to-
morrow — and read to you too, if you like it. What shall I
bring?"
"Oh, Preston, I want to know about trilobites!"
"Daisy, you might as well want to know about the centre of the
earth! That's where they belong."
"I should like to know about the centre of the earth," said
Daisy. "Is there anything there.
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