"Cannot what?"
"Do that, sir; do what I wish to do." And Daisy sighed withal.
"What do you wish to do?"
The doctor was quite serious, and as usual a little imperative in his questions, and Daisy knew him to be trusted.
"I wanted to take this little rose-bush and set it out in the garden up there."
"There? do you mean the garden of that cottage?" said the doctor, pointing with his whip.
"Yes, sir."
"Are you bound thither now?"
"No, sir I am going home."
"Rose-bush and all? Daisy, let Lewis get Loupe home, and you come here and ride with me. Come! I want you."