At least there were no costly bonnets nor exquisite lace shawls nor embroidered muslin dresses among them; and many persons that she saw looked absolutely poor.

Daisy however did not see this at first; for the service began almost as soon as they entered.
Daisy was very fond of the prayers always in church, but she seldom could make much of the sermon.

It was not so to-day.

In the first place, when the prayers and hymns were over, and what Daisy called "the good part" of the service was done, her astonishment and delight were about equal to see Mr.Dinwiddie come forward to speak.

It is impossible to tell how glad Daisy was; even a sermon she thought she could relish from his lips; but when he began, she forgot all about it's being a sermon.
Mr.Dinwiddie was talking to her and to the rest of the people; that was all she knew; he was not looking down at his book, he was looking at them; his eyes were going right through hers.