"
"Daisy, what have you been saying to your cousin?"
"Nothing, mamma, about that; only what Preston asked me."
"I am sure you did not say what I asked of you, Daisy. She
told me nothing at all, aunt Felicia, except by what she did
not tell me."
"She behaved very sweetly about it, indeed," said Mrs. Gary.
"She made me feel quite easy about keeping it. I shall have to
find out what I can send to Daisy that she will like."
"What are you and Preston doing there?" Mrs. Randolph asked
with a cloudy face.
"Studying, mamma; I am. English history."
"That is no way of studying; and that tray — what have you got
in it?"
"England, mamma!"
Preston laughed. Mrs. Randolph did not join him.
"What have you got in that thing, Daisy? sand?"
"Oh, no, mamma — it's something — it's prepared clay, I
believe."
"Prepared!" said Mrs. Randolph. "Prepared for something
besides my library. You are hanging over it all day, Daisy — I
do not believe it is good for you."
"Oh, mamma, it is!"
"I think I shall try whether it is not good for you to be
without it."
"Oh, no, mamma." Daisy looked in dismay. "Do ask Dr. Sandford
if he thinks it is not good for me."
"There he is, then," said Mrs.
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