"So ye didn't get your bush planted—" said Logan coming up.
"No."
"Your hands were not strong enough to make the hole deep for it, Miss
Daisy?"
"Yes, I think they could; but I met with an interruption yesterday,
Logan."
"Weel—it'll just bide here till ye want it."
Daisy wished it was back in its old place again; but she did not like to say so, and she went slowly back to the house. As she mounted the piazza steps she heard her father's voice. He was there before the library windows.
"Come here, Daisy. What are you about?" he said drawing her up in his arms.
"Nothing, papa."
"How do you like doing nothing?"
"Papa, I think it is not at all agreeable."