For trees there were, a great many, growing singly about the fields and fences, and some of them, very large and fine.

Daisy was not so busy with her driving but that she could use her eyes about other things.

Now and then she met a farm wagon, or a labourer going along the road.

The men looked at her curiously and pleasantly, as if they thought it a pretty sight; but once Daisy, passing a couple of men together, overheard one say to the other: "It's Randolph's folks--they stick themselves up considerable--" The tone of the voice was gruff and coarse, and Daisy marvelled much in her little mind what had displeased the man in her or in "Randolph's folks." She determined to ask her father.

"Stick ourselves up ?" said Daisy thoughtfully--"we _never_ do!" So she touched the pony, who was falling into a very leisurely way of trotting, and in good time came to Mrs.Parsons' door.
Daisy went in.