“Go on, Daisy.  I want to see what comes next.”

“I don’t know,” said Daisy.  “Why, Joanna has made us a lemon pie!”

“Capital!” said Preston.  “And what have you got in that dish?”

“I know,” said Daisy.  “Joanna has put in some jelly for me.  What sort of an animal is that, Preston?”

“It is a sort I shall not be to-day—­with jelly and lemon pie.  But what has Joanna put in for me? nothing but bread?”

“Why there are sandwiches.”

“Where?”

“Why there!  Those rolls are stuffed with meat, Preston.”

“Splendid!” said Preston, falling foul of the rolls immediately.  “What sort of an animal is a Spartan?  My dear little Daisy, don’t you know?”

“I don’t believe I know anything,” said Daisy humbly.

“Don’t you want to?”

“O yes, Preston! if I had anybody to help me,—­I do.”

“Well—­we’ll see.  How perfect these sandwiches are! when one’s hungry.”

“I am hungry too,” said Daisy.  “I think the sound of the water makes me hungry.  O I wish I had given Sam some!—­I never thought of it.  How hungry he must be!”

“He’ll get along,” said Preston, helping himself to another roll.

“But how could I forget!” said Daisy.  “And he did not have a second breakfast either.  I am so sorry!” Daisy’s hands fell from her own dainties.

“There is nothing here fit for him,” said Preston.  “I dare say he has his own pockets full.”

“They were full of water, the last thing,” said Daisy, quaintly.

Preston could not help laughing.  “My dear Daisy,” he said, “I hope you are not getting soft-hearted on the subject of servants?”

“How, Preston?”

“Don’t;—­because it is foolish.”

“But Preston,” said Daisy, looking earnestly at his handsome pleasant face which she liked very much,—­“don’t you know what the Bible says?”

“No.”

It says, “The rich and the poor meet together; the Lord is the maker of them all.”

“Well,” said Preston, “that don’t mean that he made them all alike.”

“Then if they are not made alike, what is the difference?”

“Good gracious!” said Preston; “do you often ask such questions, Daisy?  I hope you are not going to turn out a Mrs. Child, or a philanthropist, or anything of that sort?”

“I am not going to be a Mrs. Anybody,” said Daisy; “but why don’t you answer me?”

“Where did you get hold of those words?”

“What words?”

“Those words that you quoted to me about rich and poor.”

“I was reading them this morning.”

“In what?”

“Why, in the Bible of course,” said Daisy, with a little check upon her manner.

“This morning!  Before we started!  How came you to be reading the Bible so early in the morning?”

“I like to read it.”

“Well, I’d take proper times for reading it,” said Preston.  “Who set you to reading it at five o’clock in the morning?”