As she unwrapped it and came up to Molly, she saw what she had never seen before that minute,--a smile on the cripple's grum face.

It was not grum now; it was lighted up with a smile, as her eyes dilated over the cake.
"I'll have some tea!" she said.
Daisy put the cake on the table and delivered a peach into Molly's hand.
But she lifted her hand to the table and laid the peach there.
"I'll have some tea." "Are you sick, Molly ?" said Daisy again; for in spite of this declaration and in spite of her evident pleasure, Molly did not move.
"I'm aching all through." "What is the matter ?" "Aching's the matter--rheumatiz.

I'll have some tea." "It's nice and warm out in the sun," Daisy suggested.
"Can't get there," said Molly.

"Can't stir.

I'm all aches all over." "How can you get tea, then, Molly?
Your fire is quite out." "Ache and get it--" said the cripple grumly.
Daisy could not stand that.