Ain't you
afraid?"
"Not at all," said Daisy. "The pony won't do any harm."
"He looks skeery," said Mrs. Harbonner. "I wouldn't trust him.
What a tremendous thick mane he's got! Well, I s'pect you have
everything you want, don't you?"
"Of such things —" said Daisy.
"That's what I meant. Gracious! I s'pose every one of us has
wishes — whether they are in the air or on the earth. Wishes
is the butter to most folks' bread. Here, child."
She took the bundle from Hephzibah, unrolled it, and examined
its contents with a satisfied face.
"What did _you_ come along with this for?" she said, suddenly,
to Daisy. "Why didn't you send it?"
"I wanted to come and see you," said Daisy, pleasantly.
"What ails you? You ain't so well as when you was here
before," said Mrs. Harbonner, looking at her narrowly.
"I am well," said Daisy.
"You ain't fur from bein' something else then. I suppose
you're dyin' with learning — while my Hephzibah can't get
schooling enough to read her own name. That's the way the
world's made up!"
"Isn't there a school at Crum Elbow?" said Daisy.
"Isn't there! And isn't there a bench for the rags? No, my
Hephzibah don't go to show none."
Mrs.
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