"He's no but got one eye," said the swineherd. "Haw! haw! haw!"
"He sees me with the other," said Daisy. "He's looking up at me now."
"And one of his ears gone!" cried the dairy lass. "He! he! he!"
"Perhaps I could make him a cap," said Daisy, "as I did when my doll lost her wig. It had pink ribbons and looked very nice."
"Why, he's lame of a leg," guffawed the two farming-men. "See, missy, he hirples on three."
"I can't run very fast," said Daisy, "and when I'm old enough to, perhaps his leg will be well."
"Why, you don't want this old thing for a play-fellow, child?" said the farmer.
"I do! I do!" wept Daisy.
"But why, in the name of whims and whamsies?"
"Because I love him," said Daisy.