"Hephzibah wouldn't see anybody else, but me." "Well, I believe you mean what you say," said Mrs.Harbonner, "and I hope you will when you're twenty years older--but I don't believe it.
I'll let Hephzibah come over to you on Sundays--I know she's jumpin' out of her skin to go--she shall go on Sundays, but I can't let her go other days, 'cause she's got work to do; and anyhow it would be too fur.
What time would you like to see her ?" "As soon as it can be after afternoon church, if you please.

I couldn't before." "You're a kind little soul!" said the woman.

"Do you like flowers ?" Daisy said yes.

The woman went to a back door of the room, and opening it, plucked a branch from a great rose-bush that grew there.
"We haint but one pretty thing about this house," said she presenting it to Daisy,--"but that's kind o' pretty." It was a very rich and delicious white rose, and the branch was an elegant one, clustered with flowers and buds.

Daisy gave her thanks and took leave.
"As we have opportunity, let us do good unto all men." There was a little warm drop of comfort in Daisy's heart as she drove away.