She found mother and daughter both in the little bare room; the child sitting on the floor and cutting pieces of calico and cloth into strips, which her mother was sewing together with coarse thread. Both looked just as when Daisy had seen them before--slim, and poor and uncombed; but the room was clean. "I thought you warn't coming again," said Mrs. Harbonner. "I couldn't come till to-day," said Daisy, taking a chair. "I came as soon as I could." Partly from policy, partly because she felt very sober, she left it to Mrs. Harbonner to do most of the talking. "I never see more'n a few folks that thought much of doing what they said they'd do--without they found their own account in it. If I was living in a great house, now, I'd have folks enough come to see me." Daisy did not know what answer to make to this, so she made none. "I used to live in a better house once," went on Mrs. Harbonner; "I didn't always use to eat over a bare floor. I was well enough, if I could ha' let well alone; but I made a mistake, and paid for it; and what's more, I'm paying for it yet. 'Taint _my_ fault, that Hephzibah sits there cuttin' rags, instead of going to school." Again Daisy did not feel herself called upon to decide on the mistakes of Mrs. Harbonner's past life; and she sat patiently waiting for something else that she could understand. "What are you come to see me for now?" said the lady. "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. "I don't know nothing about women's fixtures,--except what'll keep me and Hephzibah above the savages. I don't suppose I could dress a doll so's it would sell." "This is tailoring work," said Daisy. "It is a boy's suit--and there will be more to do if you like to have it." "Where is it? at the gate, did you say? Hephzibah, go and fetch it in. Who's got it?" "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! Well, I s'pect you have everything you want, don't you?" "Of such things--" said Daisy. "That's what I meant. Gracious! I s'pose every one of us has wishes--whether they are in the air or on the earth. Wishes is the butter to most folks' bread. Here, child." She took the bundle from Hephzibah, unrolled it, and examined its contents with a satisfied face. "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.