It was done; and Daisy and Preston set off on a charming walk up the brook; but though they tried the virtue of their bait in various places, however it was, that trout was the only one caught.  Daisy thought it was a fine day’s fishing.

They found Sam, sound and dry, mounting guard over the tin pail when they came back to it.  And I think Daisy held to her own understanding of the text that had been in debate; for there was a fine portion of lemon pie, jelly and sandwiches, laid by for him in the basket, and by Sam devoured with great appreciation.

CHAPTER X.

June came the next morning to dress her young mistress as usual.  Daisy was not soon done with that business on this particular day; she would break off, half dressed, and go to lean out of her window.  There was a honeysuckle below the window; its dewy sweet smell came up to her, and the breath of the morning was sweet beside in all the trees and leaves around; the sun shone on the short turf by glimpses, where the trees would let it.  Daisy leaned out of her window.  June stood as often before, with comb and brush in hand.

“Miss Daisy—­it’s late.”

“June,” said Daisy,—­“it’s Sunday.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“It’ll be hot too,” Daisy went on.  “June, are you glad when Sunday comes?”

“Yes ma’am,” said June, shifting her position a little.

“I am,” said Daisy.  “Jesus is King to-day.  To be sure, he is King always; but to-day everything is his.”

“Miss Daisy, you won’t be dressed.”

Daisy drew her head in from the window and sat down to submit it to June’s brush; but she went on talking.

“What part of the Bible do you like best to read, June?”

“Miss Daisy, will you wear your white muslin, to-day—­or the one with blue spots?”

“White.  But tell me, June—­which part of the Bible do you like best?”

“I like where it tells about all they had to go through”—­June answered, rather unwillingly.

“They?—­who?”

“The people, Miss Daisy—­Christians, I s’pose.”

“What did they have to go through?”

“Things, ma’am,” said June very confusedly.  “Miss Daisy, please don’t turn your head round.”

“But what things? and what for?  Where is it, June?”

“I can’t tell—­I can find it for you, Miss Daisy.  But you won’t be ready.”

June however had to risk that and find the chapter; and then Daisy read perseveringly all through the rest of her dressing, till it was finished.  All the while June was fastening her frock, and tying her sash, and lacing her boots, Daisy stood or sat with the Bible in her hands and her eyes on the eleventh of Hebrews.

“June, I wonder when all this happened?”

“A great while ago, it’s likely, Miss Daisy—­but it’s good to read now”—­June added but half distinctly, as it was her manner often to speak.  Daisy was accustomed to her, and heard it.  She did not answer except by breaking out into the chorus she had learnt from June—­