"
"Sam," said Daisy, "take the baskets to Joanna."
"What is in the baskets? — eggs? — or butter? — or vegetables?
Where do you go to market?"
"To New York, sir," said Daisy.
"To New York! And have you come from there this morning? Then
that is certainly also the pony that was once a rat! it's a
witchcraft concern altogether."
"No sir," said Daisy, "I don't go to market."
"Will you excuse me for remarking, that you just said you
did?"
"No, sir, I didn't mean that _I_ went."
"How are gentlemen to understand you, in the future experience
of life, if you are in the habit of saying what you do not
mean?"
"I am not in the habit of it," said Daisy, half laughing, for
she knew her questioner. He was a handsome young man, with a
grave face and manner through all his absurd speeches; dressed
rather picturesquely; and altogether a striking person in
Daisy's eyes. To her relief, as they reached the hall her
mother appeared.
"Come in to breakfast, Gary — Daisy, run and get yourself
ready."
And Daisy went, in great glee on various accounts. When she
came down, everybody was at table; and for a little while she
was permitted to eat her breakfast in peace. Daisy felt
wonderfully happy.
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