The storekeeper had shewed her the kind of baskets commonly used to hold strawberries for the market; containing about half a pint.

She remarked they were not large enough.
"No, ma'am?
They are the kind generally used--regular strawberry baskets--we have sold 'em nearly all out, but we've got a few left." "They are not large enough, nor pretty enough," repeated Daisy.
"They'll look pretty when they get the strawberries in them," said the storekeeper with a knowing look at her.

"But here's a kind, ma'am, are a little neater--may be you would like these--What do you want, child ?" There had come into the store just after Daisy a little poor-looking child, who had stood near, watching what was going on.

Daisy turned to look at her as Mr.Lamb's question was thrown at her over the counter, in a tone very different from his words to herself.

She saw a pale, freckled, pensive-faced little girl, in very slim clothing, her dress short and ragged, and feet bare.