"Daisy," said he, "are you the only soldier in the family ?" Daisy sat still, looking up over the sunny slopes of ground towards the house.
The sunbeams shewed it bright and stately on the higher ground; they poured over a rich luxuriant spread of greensward and trees, highly kept; stately and fair; and Daisy could not help remembering that in all that domain, so far as she knew, there was not a thought in any heart of being the sort of soldier she wished to be.

She got up from the ground and smoothed her dress down.
"Capt.

Drummond," she said with a grave dignity that was at the same time perfectly childish too,--"I have told you about myself--I can't tell you about other people." "Daisy, you are not angry with me!" "No sir." "Don't you sometimes permit other people to ask your pardon in Preston Gary's way ?" Daisy was about to give a quiet negative to this proposal, when perceiving more mischief in the Captain's face than might be manageable, she pulled away her hand from him, and dashed off like a deer.

The Captain was wiser than to follow.
[Illustration: MELBOURNE HOUSE.] Later in the day, which turned out a very warm one, he and Gary McFarlane went down again to the edge of the bank, hoping to get if they could a taste of the river breeze.

Lying there stretched out under the trees, after a little while they heard voices.