Then another thought made her heart beat, and she turned again to see how low the sun was.

Instead of the sun she saw Gary McFarlane.
"Who is that, Daisy ?" said he, looking after the disappearing red head.
"A poor little girl--" said Daisy.
"So I should think,--very poor!--looks so indeed! How came she here ?" "She came by my orders, Mr.McFarlane." "By your orders! What have you got there, Daisy?
Let's see! As sure as I'm alive!--a spelling book.

Keeping school, Daisy?
Don't say no!" Daisy did not say no, nor anything.

She had taken care not to let Gary get hold of her Bible; the rest she must manage as she could.
"This _is_ benevolence!" went on the young man.

"Teaching a spelling lesson in a Belvidere with the thermometer at 90 deg.