“My!” exclaimed Daisy. “Any shops?”
“Lots and lots. And at night, when they were all lighted up, and the lamps in the streets too, it was as light as day.”
“That must have been fine,” said Daisy, “I like shops. Were you sorry to come away?”
Anna shook her head.
“Do you like being at Waverley?” pursued the inquiring Daisy, tilting up the mug so
that her brown eyes came just above the rim; “there’s no one to play with there, but I s’pose you don’t mind. I haven’t any brothers and sisters either. There’s only me. But then there’s all the animals. Do you like animals?”
“I think I should very much,” answered Anna, “but you can’t have many animals in London.”
“Well,” said Daisy, who had now finished the last crumb of bread and the last drop of milk, “if you like, I’ll show you my very own calf!”
“I’m afraid it’s getting late,” said Anna, hesitatingly.