Her father looked on, pleased, to see her departure; and when she had gathered up her reins, leaned over her and gave her with his kiss a little gold piece to go with the pail and basket.

It crowned Daisy's satisfaction; with a quiet glad look and word of thanks to her father, she drove off.
[Illustration: LOUPE.] The pony waddled along nicely, but as his legs were none of the longest, their rate of travelling was not precisely of the quickest.

Daisy was not impatient.

The afternoon was splendid, the dust had been laid by late rains, and Daisy looked at her pail and basket with great contentment.

Before she had gone a quarter of a mile from home, she met her little friend of the wintergreens.