"Oh, Daisy, isn't it beautiful?" "How came you to
be so long getting here?" "Did you have a nice ride?" "Oh,
Daisy, what are we going to do, you and Ella, and I? Everybody
else is going to do something."
"What are they going to do?" said Daisy.
"Oh, I don't know! everything. Mr. Randolph is going out in
the boat to fish, and all the ladies are going with him. —
Mrs. Sandford and Mrs. Stanfield and your mother; only Mrs.
Fish isn't going; but Mr. Sandford is. And Eloise, your
cousin, is going to see about having the dinner ready; and
Theresa Stanfield is in that too; I think they have got the
most fun; but nobody is doing anything yet. It's too hot. Are
you hot, Daisy?"
"Not very."
"Oh, Daisy," said Ella Stanfield, "couldn't we fish?"
"There are so many boys —" said Daisy; "I do not believe there
will be any fishing tackle for us."
"Can you fish, Daisy?" asked the doctor, who stood near,
looking after his gun.
"No, sir. I did catch a fish once — but it was only my line
caught it."
"Not your hand at the end of the line?"
"My hand was not there. The line was lying on the bank and my
hook in the water."
"Oh! that was it!"
Away went the doctor with his gun, and the boys sped off with
their fishing rods.
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