After him had come from the house a woman in a fly-away cap and short-gown.

She stood just inside the gate leaning her arms on it.
If she had not been there, perhaps Daisy would still have refused to touch the food; but she was afraid of offending or hurting the woman's feelings; so first she tried a strawberry, and found it of rare flavour; for it was a wild one; then she broke a morsel of bread, and that was excellent.

Daisy discovered that breakfast in a pony chaise, out in the air, was a very fine thing.

So did Preston.
"So you're agoin' afishin' ?" said the woman at the gate.
"Yes, ma'am," Preston said.
"And that little one too ?" "Certainly." "I declare! I never see nobody so little and gauzy as was willin' to do such indelicate work! But I shouldn't wonder, now, if she was to catch some.

Fishes--and all things--is curious creeturs, and goes by contrairies." "Hope they won't to-day!" said Preston, who was eating strawberries and bread and milk at a great rate.
"Where's the rest of your party ?" the woman went on.
"We're all here, ma'am," said Preston.
"Well, I see a horse there that haint nobody on top of him ?" "I was on top of him a little while ago," said Preston.
"Well, I expect that little creetur haint druv herself ?" "Drove the pony, anyhow," said Preston.