What has Mrs. Sandford done
with you?"
"I do not know," said I, thinking I had better be demure
again. "She took me to the hop."
"The hop? — How did you like that?"
"I liked it very much."
"You did? You liked it? I did not know that you would go, with
your peculiar notions."
"I went," I said; "I did not know what it was. How could I
help liking it? But I am not going again."
"Why not, if you liked it?"
"I am not going again," I repeated. "Shall we have a walk to
the hills to-day, Dr. Sandford?"
"Grant!" said his sister-in-law's voice, "don't you mean the
child shall have any breakfast? What made you so late, Daisy?
Come in, and talk afterwards. Grant is uneasy if he can't see
at least your shadow all the while."
We went in to breakfast, and I took a delightful walk with Dr.
Sandford afterward, back in the ravines of the hills; but I
had got an odd little impression of two things. First, that
he, like Preston, was glad to have me give up going to the
hops. I was sure of it from his air and tone of voice, and it
puzzled me; for he could not possibly have Preston's dislike
of Northerners, nor be unwilling that I should know them.
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