The meeting between the two children, on the steps of Melbourne, was most joyous.
"O Nora! I'm so glad you have come!"-- and, "O Daisy! I'm so glad to be here!"-- and a small host of small questions and answers, that indeed meant a great deal, but would not read for much.
"O Nora, isn't it nice!" said Daisy, as they stood on the steps, while the carriages waited, below before the door.
"It's grand," said Nora.

"Why aunt Frances says we shall be gone all day." "To be sure we shall," said Daisy.

"Papa is going to fish; and so is Preston, and Dr.Sandford and other people, I suppose; and some of the men take their tackle along too.

There is nice fish in the Lake." "What men do you mean ?" said Nora.
"O, the men that manage the boat and carry the baskets; there are ever so many baskets to go, you know; and the men must carry them; because the path won't let a wagon go." "Who is going to carry you ?" said Dr.Sandford coming out behind them.
"Me ?" said Daisy.
"Yes." "Why I do not want anybody to carry me, Dr.Sandford." "Don't you?
I do.

And I shall want two men to do it.