Not liking to multiply questions, for fear of Molly's patience, she ventured to open the door.
There was a sort of shed room, where Daisy found stores of everything she wanted.

Evidently the neighbours provided so far for the poor creature, who could not provide for herself.

Kindling was there in plenty, and small wood stacked.

Daisy got her arms fall and came back to the stove.

By using her eyes carefully she found the matches without asking anything, and made the fire, slowly but nicely; Molly meanwhile having reached up for her despised peach was making her teeth meet in it with no evidence of disapprobation.