She broke bread and
swallowed milk mechanically; the more substantial food she
refused utterly. Bread and milk and grapes were Daisy's
dinner.
"It's good to be somebody's favourite," Ransom said to her
after the meal was over. "Nobody got any grapes but you."
"Nobody? Why, Ransom, I thought everybody had them."
"_I_ didn't, — nor Preston, nor Alexander — not a berry; and
Nora and Ella Stanfield didn't. You are the favourite."
"Oh, Nora," said Daisy, "didn't you have any grapes? I'm
sorry!"
"I had peaches," said Nora. "I like peaches a great deal the
best. Daisy, what shall we do now?"
"Suppose we sit down, and have a talk."
"A talk?" said Nora. "Suppose we have a game of hide and seek?
It's such a good place."
"Or forfeits?" said Ella. "It is too hot to play hide and
seek."
"I don't think it is hot," said Nora. "The sun don't shine
now."
"Daisy, don't you want to go out with me in the boat?" said
Preston, coming up. "We'll get in the shade, and see if you
can catch a pickerel as well as you did a trout."
"Oh, I should like that!" said Daisy, eagerly. She saw the
kindness of Preston's meaning. He wanted to make her forget
her vexations.
"And may we go too?" Nora asked.
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