with trees in patches. It was easy riding, and I liked my
pony, and my heart was full of exhilaration.

"Well?" said papa, as my eye met his one time in the course of
its wanderings.

"Papa, it is the plain of Sharon!"

"You speak as if it were a place where you had played, when
you were a child."

"Papa, in some measure it is like that; so often I have read
about the old things that were done here."

Papa smiled at me? and asked what? But I could not tell him
while we were going at a canter.

"It would be pretty in spring," he said. "Where are we to stop
to-night, Daisy? I have left all that to you. I do not know
the country as you do."

"Papa, we set off so late, we shall not be able to get further
than Latron to-night."

"What place is that? is it any place?"

"Supposed to be the Modin of the Maccabees."

"Have you brought any books, Daisy?" was papa's next question.