"Well, what are you pondering?" Mrs. Sandford cried gaily.

"Dresses? You don't care for dresses; besides, we can have

them made in two minutes. Don't you want to go, Daisy? I am

sure you do; and I am sure Grant will take famous good care of

us, and you specially, and show us the camps and everything.

And don't you want to see the President?"

"I have seen him."

"When, and where?"

"In the street - when he went through, on his way to

Washington."

"Well, I don't care much for Presidents; but this one they say

so many different things about, that it makes me curious.

Don't you want to see him again?"

"Yes - I would like it."

"Then you'll come with me - I see it; and I'll have everything

in readiness. Thursday, does your school-work end? then we

will go Saturday. You will want one day perhaps, besides, they

say Friday is unlucky. I never go a journey on Friday."

"I would as lieve go Friday as any day," I said.

"Oh, well - Saturday will be soon enough; and now good-bye, my

dear; you to your work and I to mine. You are beautiful, my

dear Daisy!" she added, kissing me.

I wondered if it was true. If it was, I was glad, for

Thorold's sake. I knew it would be a pleasure to him. And to

my father and mother also; but that brought other thoughts,

and I went off to my studies.




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