Daisy looked on.

How could she be expected to understand him?
"What is the matter, my dear?
What are you doing ?" Daisy started.
"We are studying English, history, aunt Gary." "_History_, my dear?
And what is all this muss, and these red and black spots?
does your mamma allow this in the library ?" "Just the place to study history, I am sure, mamma," said Preston; "and you cannot have less muss than this where people are fighting.

But I really don't know what you mean, ma'am; there cannot be a cleaner map, except for the blood shed on it." "Blood ?" said Mrs.Gary.

"My dear"-- as Preston burst into another laugh--"you must not let him tease you." Daisy's look was so very unruffled and gentle that perhaps it put Mrs.
Gary in mind of another subject.
"Did you know, Daisy, that I had robbed you of your old-fashioned spoon ?" "I found it was not among my things," said Daisy.
"My dear, your mother thought you would not value it; and it was very desirable to my collection.

I took it with her consent." "I am willing you should have it, aunt Gary." "Were you very angry, my dear, when you found where it had gone ?" "I am not angry now, aunt Gary." Certainly Daisy was not; yet something in the child's look or manner made the lady willing to drop the subject.