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Benoit's, I could take the pony to the blacksmith's it ain't but a very little ways off and get it put on, in a few minutes." "Well, do, Sam," said Daisy after she had looked at the matter; and while he took Loupe out of harness she turned back to Juanita. "What is gone wrong?" said the old woman.
"You take care of Loupe, Sam, and I'll go in," said Daisy a plan which probably disappointed Sam, but Daisy did not know that. She went through a little wicket and up the path. Juanita did not look like the blacks she had been accustomed to see.
"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 noo?" "Yes, I want it now, if you please."
Daisy drove on, very happy and thankful, till the little hill was gained, and slowly walking up it Loupe stopped, nothing loth, before the gate of Molly Skelton's courtyard. A little bit of hesitation came over Daisy now, not about what was to be done, but how to do it. The cripple was in her flowery bit of ground, grubbing around her balsams as usual.
"Perhaps if I have a good day for it." "When?" "To-morrow." "Who's going with you?" "Nobody, I reckon. Unless you want to go, Daisy." "O Preston, may I go with you? Where are you going?" "Daisy, I'm bound for the Hillsdale woods, back of Crum Elbow they say there are first-rate trout streams there; but I am afraid you can't go so far." "O I can go anywhere, Preston! with Loupe, you know.
The part of the box-wood used chiefly is an intermediate part between the root and the stem called la loupe, or racine de bruyere; whilst the red wood used for pipes is the root of a heath common in the Pyrenees, which has the peculiar quality of resisting heat, and is free from odour or taste. So great is the division of labour in the manufacture of the St.
On went Daisy, much too fast for the watering pot; till the cripple's cottage came in sight a second time. There, just at the foot of the little rise in the road which led up to the cottage gate, Loupe suddenly fell to very slow going. The watering pot went easily enough for several yards; and then Loupe stopped. What was the matter? Something was the matter, yet Daisy did not summon Lewis.
They were pleasant days I had in Juanita's cottage at the time when my ankle was broken; there were hours of sweetness with crippled Molly; and it was simply delight I had all alone with my pony Loupe, driving over the sunny and shady roads, free to do as I liked and go where I liked. And how I enjoyed studying English history with my cousin Preston.
Harbonner and she had parted on excellent terms and the gleam in that poor child's eyes! Daisy was so full of her thoughts that she never perceived two gentlemen standing at the foot of the hall steps to receive her. Not till Loupe in his best style had trotted up the road and stopped, and she had risen to throw down her reins. Then Daisy started a little.
Loupe was always willing to stand, lazy little fat fellow that he was; and Daisy was giving her undivided attention to the purple "Jewess," with a sort of soft prayer going on all the while in her heart that her errand might be blessed; when she was suddenly interrupted. "Why, where are you going, Daisy?" "Where have you been, Preston?" said Daisy, as suddenly drawing up.
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