Minutes went by.
The brook leaped and sang on its way the air brought the sweet odours of mosses and ferns; the leaves flapped idly overhead; you could hear every little sound.

For there sat Daisy and there stood Sam, as still as the stones.

Time went by.

At last a sigh came from Daisy's weary little body, which she had not dared to move an inch for half an hour.
[Illustration: HILLSDALE.] "Tain't no good, Miss Daisy," whispered Sam.
"I can't keep it still," said Daisy under her breath, as if the fishes would hear and understand her.
"Suppos'n you try t'other bait, Miss Daisy." "What bait ?" "O t'other kind, Miss Daisy.

Will I put it on for you to try ?" Daisy sat awhile longer however, in silence and watching, until every joint was weary and her patience too.