"The boy who is taking care of the horses."
"I declare, have you got that little covered shay there again?—it's complete! I never see a thing so pretty! And Hephzibah says you drive that little critter yourself. Ain't you afraid?"
"Not at all," said Daisy. "The pony won't do any harm."
"He looks skeery," said Mrs. Harbonner. "I wouldn't trust him. What a tremenjious thick mane he's got! Well, I s'pect you have everything you want, don't you?"
"Of such things—" said Daisy.
"That's what I meant. Gracious! I s'pose every one of us has wishes—whether they are in the air or on the earth. Wishes is the butter to most folks' bread. Here, child."
She took the bundle from Hephzibah, unrolled it, and examined its contents with a satisfied face.
"What did you come along with this for?" she said suddenly to Daisy.
"Why didn't you send it?"
"I wanted to come and see you," said Daisy pleasantly.
"What ails you? You ain't so well as when you was here before," said
Mrs. Harbonner, looking at her narrowly.