With Preston, if she could get him; if not, alone, with her book and her tray map.

Poring over it, Daisy would lie on the sofa, or sit on a little bench with the tray on the floor; planting her towns and castles, or going hack to those already planted with a fresh interest from new associations.

Certain red-headed and certain black-headed and certain green-headed pins came to be very well known and familiar in the course of time.

And in course of time, too, the soil of England came to be very much overspread with little squares of pink blotting-paper.

To Daisy it grew to be a commentary on the wickedness of mankind.