And we shall have a better chance for the pickerel, for the sun is gone under a cloud." So the sun had; but at that very moment the cloud passed off and the brilliant hot beams fell with what seemed renewed brilliancy on the lake, and on all the ground which they could touch.
"It will go under again," said Preston.

"We do not mind trifles.

Come, Daisy." "Daisy, you must not go," said Dr.Sandford looking round.

He was just moving away to see some one else, and was gone in a minute.
"The doctor is all very well when one is sick," said Preston; "but I never heard he had a right to command people when they are well.

Daisy, we will not mind him." "I must," said Daisy, meekly.