"Then run off, Sam! Make haste to Mrs. Dipper's and get yourself dry--and don't come back till you are quite dry, Sam." Sam finished his piece of work, flung down the line, and with a grateful "Thank you, Miss Daisy!" set off at a bound. Daisy watched him running at full speed down the brook till he was out of sight. "Has he done it?" said Preston returning. "The rascal hasn't put any bait on. However, Daisy, it's no use coaxing the trout in _this_ place at present--and I haven't found any other good spots for some distance up;--suppose we have our lunch and try again?" "O yes!" said Daisy. "The other basket is down by my fishing-place--it's just as pleasant there, Preston." They went back to the basket, and a very convenient huge rock was found on the edge of the brook, which would serve for table and seats too, it was so large and smooth. Preston took his place upon it, and Daisy at the other end with the basket began to unpack. "Napkins?" said Preston--"you have no right to be so luxurious on a fishing party." "Why not?" "Why because a fisher is a kind of a Spartan animal, while he is about his business." "What kind of an animal is that?" said Daisy, looking up from her arrangements. She had set out a plate of delicate rolls, and another with bread and butter folded in, a napkin; and still she paused with her hand in the basket. "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."