Among her opposers Daisy must reckon her father and mother, if she laid herself open at all to the charge of being "religious." And what opposition that would be, Daisy did not let herself think.

She shrunk from it.

The lunch was finished, and she set her attention to pack the remainder of the things back into the basket.

Suddenly she stopped.
"Preston, I wish you to consider my words confidential." "Perfectly!" said Preston.
"You are honourable"-- said Daisy.
"O Daisy, Daisy! you ought to have lived hundreds of years ago! You have me under command.

Come," said he, kissing her grave little face, "are all these things to go in here?
Let me help--and then we will go up stream." He helped her with a delicate kind of observance which was not like most boys of sixteen, and which Daisy fully relished.