The country grew more rough and broken, and the hills in their woody dress shewed more and more near.
"Do you see that break in the woods ?" said Preston, pointing with his whip; "that is where the brook comes out,--that is where we are going." "What time is it, Preston ?" "Time ?--it is half past nine.

What about it ?" "I'm hungry--that's all.

I wanted to know what time it was." "Hungry! O what a fisher you will make, Daisy! Can't stand fasting for two hours and a half." "No, but Preston, I didn't eat much breakfast.

And I've had all this ride since.

I am going to stand fasting; but I am going to be hungry too." "No you aren't," said Preston.