"I am going to drive."
"Do you usually carry a pot of geraniums for company?"
"No, not usually," said Daisy, smiling at him.
"Well, set out the pot of geraniums, and we will have a glorious ride, Daisy. I am going to the Fish's, to see some of Alexander's traps; and you shall go with me."
"Oh, Preston I am sorry; I cannot."
"Why?"
"I cannot this afternoon."
"Yes, you can, my dear little Daisy. In fact you must. Consider I shall be going away before very long, and then we cannot take rides together. Won't you come?"
"Not now I cannot, Preston! I have got something to do first."
"What?"