"Will I take him to the stable, Miss Daisy?" inquired the boy, as Daisy got out at the back door.
"No. Just wait a little for me, Lewis."
Upstairs went Daisy; took off her boots and got rid of the soil they had brought home; that was the first thing. Then, in spotless order again, she went back to Lewis and inquired where Logan was at work. Thither she drove the pony chaise.
"Logan," said Daisy, coming up to him she had left Loupe in
Lewis's care "what do you use to help you get up weeds?"
"Maybe a hoe, Miss Daisy; or whiles a weeding fork."
"Have you got one here."
"No, Miss Daisy. Was it a fork you were wanting?"
"Yes, I want one, Logan."
"And will you be wanting it now?"
"Yes, I want it now, if you please."