I'll come,"-- said the child, looking lovingly up.
Then she went down the slope to Sam.
"The blacksmith couldn't shoe him, Miss Daisy--he hadn't a shoe to fit.
He took off the old shoe--so Miss Daisy please not drive him hard home." Daisy wanted nothing of the kind.

To get home soon was no pleasure; so she let Loupe take his own pace, anything short of walking; and it was getting dusk when they reached Melbourne.

Daisy was not glad to be there.

It was Friday night; the next day would be Saturday.
Mrs.Randolph came out into the hall to see that nothing was the matter, and then went back into the drawing-room.

Daisy got her dress changed, and came there too, where the family were waiting for tea.