It was more of a job than she thought, and she dug away stoutly with her trowel for a good while before she had an excavation sufficient to hold the pot.

Daisy got it in at last; smoothed the surface nicely all round it; disposed of the loose soil till the bed was trim and neat, as far as that was concerned; and then stood up and spoke.

Warm,--how warm she was! her face was all one pink flush, but she did not feel it, she was so eager.
"There," she said, "that will stand there nicely; and when the cold weather comes, you can take the pot up and take it into the house, just as it is; and if you do not let it freeze, it will have flowers for you in the winter." "Cold ?" said Molly.
"Yes--by and by, when the cold weather comes, this must be taken up.

The cold would kill it, if it was cold enough to freeze.

It would have to go in the house.