"Captain Drummond taught it
to me."
"What, the history?"
"No; but this way of playing."
Preston was laughing and trying to keep quiet. Nothing could
be graver than the doctor.
"Is it interesting, this way of playing."
"Very!" said Daisy, with a good deal of eagerness, more than
she wished to show.
"I wish you would forbid it, Dr. Sandford," said Daisy's
mother. "I do not believe in such a method of study, nor wish
Daisy to be engrossed with any study at all. She is not fit
for it."
"Whereabouts are you?" said the doctor to Daisy.
"We are just getting through the wars of the Roses."
"Ah! I never can remember how those wars began — can you?"
"They began when the Duke of York tried to get the crown of
Henry the Sixth. But I think he was wrong — don't you?"
"Somebody is always wrong in those affairs," said the doctor.
"You are getting through the wars of the Roses. What do you
find was the end of them?"
"When the Earl of Richmond came. We have just finished the
battle of Bosworth Field. Then he married Elizabeth of York,
and so they wore the two roses together."
"Harmoniously?" said the doctor.
"I don't know, sir. I do not know anything about Henry the
Seventh yet.
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