Much marvelling at the arrangement which made a carriage and horses needful to move a rose bush, Lewis followed as gently as he could the progress of his little mistress's pony chaise; which was much swifter than he liked it; until his marvelling was increased by its turning out of Melbourne grounds and taking a course up the road again.
Towards the same place! On went Daisy, much too fast for the watering pot; till the cripple's cottage came in sight a second time.

There, just at the foot of the little rise in the road which led up to the cottage gate, Loupe suddenly fell to very slow going.

The watering pot went easily enough for several yards; and then Loupe stopped.

What was the matter?
Something was the matter, yet Daisy did not summon Lewis.

She sat quite still, looking before her up to the cottage, with a thoughtful, puzzled, troubled face.