"No, but Preston, I didn't eat much breakfast. And I've had all this ride since. I am going to stand fasting; but I am going to be hungry too." "No you aren't," said Preston. "Just let Loupe take you up to that little gate, will you? I'll see if we can leave the horses here. Sam!--take this fellow!" Preston jumped down from the saddle and went into the house, to the front yard of which the little gate opened. Daisy looked after him. It was a yard full of grass and weeds, among which a few poppies and hollyhocks and balsams grew straggling up where they could. Nothing kept them out of the path but the foot-tread of the people that went over it; hoe and rake were never known there Since the walk was first made. The house was a little, low, red-front house, with one small window on each side the door. "All right!" said Preston, coming back. "Sam, take the horses round to the barn; and bring the baskets out of the chaise-box and wait at this gate for us." "Why is he to wait? where are we going?" "Going in to get some breakfast." "_Here_, Preston?--O I can't." "What's the matter?" "I can't eat anything in there. I can wait." "Why it looks clean," said Preston; "room and table and woman and all."--But Daisy still shook her head and was not to be persuaded; and Preston laughing went back to the house. But presently he came out again bearing a tray in his hand, and brought it to Daisy. On the tray was very nice looking brown and white bread, and milk and cheese and a platter of strawberries. Preston got into the chaise and set the tray on his knees. After him had come from the house a woman in a fly-away cap and short-gown. She stood just inside the gate leaning her arms on it. If she had not been there, perhaps Daisy would still have refused to touch the food; but she was afraid of offending or hurting the woman's feelings; so first she tried a strawberry, and found it of rare flavour; for it was a wild one; then she broke a morsel of bread, and that was excellent. Daisy discovered that breakfast in a pony chaise, out in the air, was a very fine thing. So did Preston. "So you're agoin' afishin'?" said the woman at the gate. "Yes, ma'am," Preston said. "And that little one too?" "Certainly." "I declare! I never see nobody so little and gauzy as was willin' to do such indelicate work! But I shouldn't wonder, now, if she was to catch some. Fishes--and all things--is curious creeturs, and goes by contrairies." "Hope they won't to-day!" said Preston, who was eating strawberries and bread and milk at a great rate. "Where's the rest of your party?" the woman went on. "We're all here, ma'am," said Preston. "Well, I see a horse there that haint nobody on top of him?" "I was on top of him a little while ago," said Preston. "Well, I expect that little creetur haint druv herself?" "Drove the pony, anyhow," said Preston. "Now, ma'am, what do we owe you, besides thanks, for your excellent hospitality?"