"Nobody, but the man at the lodge, or his mother."
"Who's that?"
"He's the man that lives in the lodge, to open the gate."
"Open the gate, hey? Who pays him for it?"
"Papa pays him, and he lives in the lodge."
"I shouldn't think it would take a man to open a gate. Why,
Hephzibah could do it as well as anybody."
Daisy did not see the point of this remark, and went on.
"Hephzibah wouldn't see anybody else, but me."
"Well, I believe you mean what you say," said Mrs. Harbonner, "and I hope you will when you're twenty years older but I don't believe it. I'll let Hephzibah come over to you on Sundays I know she's jumpin' out of her skin to go she shall go on Sundays, but I can't let her go other days, 'cause she's got work to do; and anyhow it would be too fur. What time would you like to see her?"
"As soon as it can be after afternoon church, if you please. I couldn't before."
"You're a kind little soul!" said the woman. "Do you like flowers?"