It was a scattering village; the houses and the churches stood and called to each other across great spaces of fields and fences between; but just where the crossing of two roads made a business point, there was a little more compactness.

There was the baker's, and the post-office, and two stores and various other houses, and a blacksmith's shop.

Up to the corner where the principal store stood, came the pony and his mistress, and forthwith out came Mr.Lamb the storekeeper, to see what the little pony chaise wanted to take home; but Daisy must see for herself, and she got out and went into the store.
"Baskets," said Mr.Lamb.

"What sort of baskets ?" "Baskets to hold strawberries--little baskets," said Daisy.
"Ah! strawberry baskets.

That, ma'am, is the article." Was it?
Daisy did not think so.