"
"No, perhaps not," said Mr. Randolph, stooping again to
Daisy's lips. "When you are older and wiser you will know
better. At present your vocation is to be a good little
daughter. Now what are you going to do to-day? Here is Preston
— if you want him; or I will do for you what you please."
"Yes, Daisy, what shall we do?" said Preston.
"Oh, are you at leisure?"
"All your own, Daisy, for this morning at any rate. What shall
we do?"
"Preston, would you mind getting my tray for me; and let us go
on with the battle of Hastings?"
"With what?" said Mr. Randolph, laughing.
"The battle of Hastings, papa — English history, you know.
Captain Drummond and I got just there, and then we stopped.
But Harold was killed — wasn't he, papa?"
"I believe he was, Daisy."
"Good for him, too," said Preston. "He was nothing but a
usurper. William the Conqueror was a great deal more of a
man."
"But he was just as much of a usurper, wasn't he?" said Daisy.
"You must mind your ethics, Preston," Mr. Randolph said,
laughing. "Daisy is on the Saxon side."
"Preston, will you get the tray, please? June will give it to
you."
Preston did not quite understand the philosophy of the tray;
however, Daisy must be humoured.
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