"
"Geography and history on a tray!" said Preston. "That would
be one's hands full to carry!"
"Well, but it was," said Daisy. "The tray was smooth filled
with something, something a little soft, on which you could
mark; and Captain Drummond drew the map of England on it; and
we were just getting into the battle — what battle was it? —
when William came over from France, and King Harold met him?"
"Hastings?"
"We were just come to the battle of Hastings, before Captain
Drummond went away; and I should like so much to go on with
it!"
"But was the battle of Hastings on the tray?"
"No, Preston, but the place was; and Captain Drummond told me
about the battles."
"Who is here to tell you about them now, Daisy?"
"Couldn't you? — sometimes, now and then?"
"I might; but you see, Daisy, you are coming to Melbourne now,
and there will be Silver Lake, and lots of other things to do.
You won't want the tray here."
Daisy looked a little wistfully at her cousin. She said
nothing. And Preston turned sharply, for he heard a soft
rustle coming up the path, and was just in time to spring to
the door and open it for his aunt.
"How insufferably hot!" was Mrs. Randolph's remark.
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