“How nice it is to sit on a gate!” she said; “I never climbed a gate before.”
Daisy stared.
“Never climbed a gate before!” she repeated; “why ever not?”
“Well, you see, I’ve always lived in a town,” said Anna, “where you don’t need to climb gates.”
Daisy nodded.
“I know,” she said, “like Dornton. Now there’s two lots of bread and butter, one for me and one for you, and we must take turns to drink. You first.”
“But I’ve had tea, thank you,” said Anna. “I won’t take any of yours.”
Daisy looked a little cast down at this refusal, but soon set to work heartily on her simple meal alone, stopping in the intervals of her bites and sups to ask and answer questions.
“Was the town you lived in nicer than Dornton?” she asked.
“It was not a bit like it,” replied Anna. “Much, much larger. And always full of carts, and carriages, and people.”