She took Logan into her confidence, so far as she could without mentioning names or circumstances.
"Weel, Miss Daisy," said the gardener, "if ye're bent on being a Lady Flora to the poor creature, I'll tell ye what ye'll do--ye'll just take her a scarlet geranium." "A geranium ?" said Daisy.
"Ay.

Just that." "But it would want to be in the greenhouse when winter comes." "Any place where it wouldn't freeze," said Logan.

"You see, it'll be in a pot e'en now, Miss Daisy--and you'll keep it in the pot; and the pot you'll sink in the ground till frost comes; and when the frost comes, it'll just come up as it is and go intil the poor body's house, and make a spot of summer for her in her house till summer comes again." "O Logan, that is an excellent thought!" "Ay, Miss Daisy--I'm glad ye approve it." "And than she would have the flowers all winter." "Ay--if she served it justly." The only thing now was to choose the geranium.

Daisy was some time about it, there were so many to choose from.

At last she suited herself with a very splendid new kind called the "Jewess"-- a compact little plant with a store of rich purple-red blossoms.