Her seeing him now was the signal for a joyous skip and bound which brought her to his side.
"O Preston, are you going fishing ?" "Perhaps--if I have a good day for it." "When ?" "To-morrow." "Who's going with you ?" "Nobody, I reckon.

Unless you want to go, Daisy." "O Preston, may I go with you?
Where are you going ?" "Daisy, I'm bound for the Hillsdale woods, back of Crum Elbow--they say there are first-rate trout streams there; but I am afraid you can't go so far." "O I can go anywhere, Preston! with Loupe, you know.

You're going to ride, aren't you ?" "Yes, but Loupe! What shall we do with Loupe?
You see, I shall be gone the whole day, Daisy--it's likely.

You'd get tired." "Why we could find somewhere to put Loupe--Sam could take care of him.
And I should like to go, Preston, if you think I would not frighten the fish." "O if Sam's going along, that is another matter," said Preston.

"_You_ frighten the fish, Daisy! I don't believe you can do that for anything.
But I won't let you get into mischief." So it was settled, and Daisy's face looked delighted; and for some time she and Preston discussed the plan, the fish, and his flies.