"They were not made yet. That's the reason, I suppose, there was no grass for them to eat." Daisy looked down at the trilobite; and looked profoundly thoughtful. That little, shiny, black, stony thing, _that_ had lived and flourished so many ages ago! Once more she looked up into the Captain's face to see if he were trifling with her. He shook his head. "True as a book, Daisy." "But Capt. Drummond, please, how do you know it?" "Just think, Daisy,--this little fellow frolicked away in the mud at the bottom of the sea, with his half moons of eyes--and round him swam all sorts of fishes that do not live now-a-days; fishes with plate armour like himself; everybody was in armour." "Half moons of eyes, Capt. Drummond?" "Yes. He had, or some of them had, two semi-circular walls of eyes--one looked before and behind and all round to the right, and the other looked before and behind and all round at the left; and in each wall were two hundred eyes." The Captain smiled to himself to see Daisy's face at this statement, though outwardly he kept perfectly grave. Daisy's own simple orbs were so full and intent. She looked from him to the fossil. "But Capt. Drummond----" she began slowly. "Well, Daisy? After you have done, I shall begin." "Did you say that this thing lived at the bottom of the sea?" "Precisely." "But then how could he get up here?" "Seems difficult, don't it?" said the Captain. "Well, Daisy, the people that know, tell us that all the land we have was once at the bottom of the sea; so these rocks had their turn." "All the land?" said Daisy. "O that is what the Bible says!" "The Bible!" said the Captain in his turn. "Pray where, if you please?" "Why don't you know, Capt. Drummond?--when God said, 'Let the waters be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear.'" The Captain whistled softly, with an amused face, and stealthily watched Daisy, whose countenance was full of the most beautiful interest. Almost lovingly she bent over the trilobite, thinking her own thoughts; while her friend presently from observing the expression of her face began to take notice anew of the thin and pale condition of the cheeks, that had been much healthier a week ago. "You like to look at armour, Daisy," he said. She made no answer. "Are you still in the mind to 'die on the field of battle?'" He guessed the question would touch her, but curiosity got the better of sympathy with him. He was not prepared for the wistful, searching look that Daisy gave him instantly, nor for the indescribable tenderness and sorrow that mingled in it. As before, she did not answer. "Forgive me, Daisy," said the Captain involuntarily "You know you told me you were a soldier." Daisy's heart was very tender, and she had been living all the morning in that peculiar nearness to Christ which those know who suffer for him. She looked at the Captain, and burst into tears. "You told me you were a soldier--" he repeated, not quite knowing what to say.