But recognizing the pony chaise in the road, he too came to a stop as sudden as Daisy's had been.

The two were close beside each other.
"Where away, Daisy ?" "I do not understand, Dr.Sandford." "Where are you going?
or rather, why are you standing still here ?" "Because I was in doubt what to do." "Did the doubt take you here, in the middle of the road ?" "Yes, Dr.Sandford." "What is it, Daisy?
To whom are you carrying a rose bush ?" "I am afraid--nobody." "What is the matter--or the doubt ?" "It is a question of duty, Dr.Sandford." "Then I will decide it for you.

Go on and do what you wish to do.

That will be right." "O no, sir," said Daisy, smiling at her adviser--"that is just what would be wrong.

I cannot." "Cannot what ?" "Do that, sir; do what I wish to do." And Daisy sighed withal.
"What do you wish to do ?" The doctor was quite serious and as usual a little imperative in his questions, and Daisy knew him to be trusted.
"I wanted to take this little rose bush and set it out in the garden up there." "_There ?_?
do you mean the garden of that cottage ?" said the doctor pointing with his whip.
"Yes, sir." "Are you bound thither now ?" "No, sir--I am going home." "Rose bush and all?
Daisy, let Lewis get Loupe home, and you come here and ride with me.