I'd die first!--unless you'll let me do some work for you and make it up so." There was relenting in the tone of these last words.
"O that will do," said Daisy gladly.

"Then will you let your little girl come out and get the ham?
because the boy cannot leave the horses.

Good bye, Mrs.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." Daisy said she would bring her word, and at last got off; without her ham and in glee inexpressible.