Come, Daisy, come!" "No, Preston, I cannot." "Because of what that stupid man says?
or don't you want to go!" "I would like to go very much, thank you, Preston." "Then you shall!" "No.

I cannot." "Daisy, you might as well obey me as Dr.Sandford." "I do not think so." "Nora and Ella are going.

You will be left alone." "I hope you will catch some pickerel," said Daisy steadily.
But Preston was vexed.

He did not like it that his word should not have as much weight with his little cousin as any other person's, after her father and mother.

Like other boys, and men, for the most part, he was fond of having his own way even in little things; though he sought it in a polite fashion.