We must go this afternoon, Daisy." "Must I ?" "Certainly.

You know--or you would know if you were not a Puritan, little Daisy, that I cannot do the business alone.

You are Miss Randolph." "Did the Puritans not know much ?" inquired Daisy.
"Nothing--about the ways of the world." Daisy looked at the pony chaise, at the blue hills, at her basket of pears; and yielding to what seemed necessity, gave up Molly for that day.

She went with Preston, he on horseback, she in her pony chaise, and a very long afternoon's work they made of it.

And they did not get through the work, either.