Randolph. "Doctor, I wish you
would see whether Daisy is occupying herself, in your
judgment, well, when she is hanging over that thing half the
day."
Dr. Sandford came up. Daisy was not afraid of his decision,
for she knew he was on her side. Mrs. Randolph, on the other
hand, did not wish to dispute it, for she was, like most other
people, on the doctor's side. He came up and looked at the
tray.
"What is this?"
"The map of England, sir."
"Pray, what are you doing with it?"
"Making it, sir, and studying English history."
"What are these pins? armies? or warriors? they are in
confusion enough."
"Oh, there is no confusion," said Daisy. "They are castles and
towns."
"For instance? —"
"This is Dover Castle," said Daisy, touching a redheaded pin;
"and this is Caernarvon, and Conway; and these black ones are
towns. There is London — and Liverpool — and York — and Oxford
— don't you see?"
"I see, but it would take a witch to remember. What are you
doing?"
"Studying English history, sir; and as fast as we come to a
great town or castle we mark it. These bits of paper show
where the great battle-fields are."
"Original!" said the doctor.
"No sir, it is not," said Daisy.
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