"
"And Logan, I want another thing. I want a little rose-bush —
and if you can, I want it with a rose open or a bud on it."
"A rose-bush!" said Logan. "Ye want it to be set some place,
nae doute?"
"Yes, I do; but I want to set it out myself, Logan; so it must
not be too big a bush, you know, for I couldn't manage it."
"Perhaps Miss Daisy had better let me manage it. It's dirty
work, Miss Daisy."
"No; I only want the rose bush. I will take care of it, Logan.
Have you got one that I can have?"
"Ou, ay, Miss Daisy! there's a forest of rose bushes — ye can
just please yourself."
"Where is it?"
Seeing his little mistress was greatly in earnest and must be
presently satisfied, Logan cast a wistful glance or two at his
own proper work in hand which he was abandoning, and walked
away with Daisy. The flower garden and nursery were at some
distance; but Daisy trudged along as patiently as he. Her
little face was busy-looking now and eager, as well as wise;
but no tinge of colour would yet own itself at home in those
pale cheeks. Logan glanced at her now and then and was, as she
said, "very good." He thought he was about the best business,
after all, that could occupy him.
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