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I do not consider it wholesome for you to engage in this particular amusement at this particular time; so I shall endorse Mrs. Randolph's prohibition; but I will go round where does this girl live, and who is she?" "Her name is Hephzibah Harbonner; she lives in the village, on the road where the Episcopal church is you know; a little way further on. I guess it's a quarter of a mile."
You must not go there again, nor into any strange house, Daisy, without my leave. Now go and get ready for dinner, and your part of your birthday." Daisy went very soberly. To see Mrs. Harbonner and her daughter again, and to do them all sorts of good, had been a dream of hers, ever since the morning. Now this was shut off. She was very sorry.
"But ain't she little queer?" These words were spoken in a low murmur, which just served to draw Daisy's attention. Out of sight behind the moreen curtain, Mrs. Harbonner forgot she was not beyond hearing; and Daisy's ears were good. She noticed that Juanita made no answer at all to this question, and presently shut the door.
"Miss Daisy shall have all, who she will," was the answer; and it was arranged so; and Mrs. Harbonner took her departure. Lingering a minute at the door, whither Juanita attended her, she made one or two enquiries and remarks about Daisy, answered civilly and briefly by Mrs. Benoit. "Poor little toad!" said Mrs. Harbonner, drawing her shawl tight round her for the last time.
"What did you come along with this for?" she said, suddenly, to Daisy. "Why didn't you send it?" "I wanted to come and see you," said Daisy, pleasantly. "What ails you? You ain't so well as when you was here before," said Mrs. Harbonner, looking at her narrowly. "I am well," said Daisy. "You ain't fur from bein' something else then.
"The boy who is taking care of the horses." "I declare, have you got that little covered shay there again? it's complete! I never see a thing so pretty! And Hephzibah says you drive that little critter yourself. Ain't you afraid?" "Not at all," said Daisy. "The pony won't do any harm." "He looks skeery," said Mrs. Harbonner. "I wouldn't trust him. What a tremenjious thick mane he's got!
Harbonner." "But stop!" cried the woman "you hain't told me what I am to do for you." "I don't know till I get home and ask there. What would you like to do?" "My work is tailoring I learnt that trade; but beggars mustn't be choosers. I can do other things plain sewing, and washing, and cleaning, and dairy work; anything I can do."
The business of giving Daisy some fruit was the next thing attended to; in the course of eating which Daisy marvelled a little to herself what possible likeness to a toad Mrs. Harbonner could have discovered in her. The comparison did not seem flattering; also she pondered somewhat why it could be that anybody found her queer. She said nothing about it; though she gave Mrs.
"I found out by accident that they were very poor and I carried them something to eat." "Whom do you mean by 'them'?" "That little girl and her mother Mrs. Harbonner." "When did you do this?" "About the time of my birthday." "And you have kept up the acquaintance since that time?" "I carried the woman work once, mamma. I had papa's leave to go." "Did you ask mine?" "No, mamma.
"I suppose you're going to tell me you haven't got no work for me to do, and I must owe you for that ham?" "I have got something for you to do," said Daisy. "The boy has got it at the gate. The housekeeper found some clothes to make and you said that was your work." "Tailoring," said Mrs. Harbonner.
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