Daisy in the Field by Elizabeth Wetherell
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need his admonition, Daisy, my dear, for it always does me
good to see you; - and he added that I might suggest to you that I was coming, and ask you if your curiosity inclined you to take the trouble of the journey. He said _he_ thought it worth while, - and that we would both find it so." I was dumb. Dr. Sandford little knew to what he was inviting me; and I - and Thorold - What a strange chance. "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 |
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