They don't care to come to see an old woman." "I should like to come," said Daisy, "very much, if I could do anything; but I must go now, because it will be late.

Good-bye, ma'am." Daisy's little courtesy it was pleasant to see, and it was so pleasant altogether that Mrs.Parsons had it over and over in her thoughts that day and the next.
"It's as nice as a fairy tale," Daisy repeated to herself, as she took her seat in the chaise again and shook up her reins.

It was better than a fairy tale really, for the sunshine coming between the trees from the sinking sun, made all the world look so beautiful that Daisy thought no words could tell it.

It was splendid to drive through that sunlight.

In a minute or two more she had pulled up her reins short, and almost before she knew why she had done it or whom she had seen, Mr.Dinwiddie stood at her side.