But how about her--her herself ?" Bunting stared at him.

It pleased him to think that Daisy hadn't given herself away, as Ellen was always hinting the girl was doing.
"I can't answer for Daisy," he said heavily.

"You'll have to ask her yourself--that's not a job any other man can do for you, my lad." "I never gets a chance.

I never sees her, not by our two selves," said Chandler, with some heat.

"You don't seem to understand, Mr.
Bunting, that I never do see Miss Daisy alone," he repeated.