How could she find out?
"Where shall I put this, Molly ?" she said, taking the plate with the morsel of cake.

"Where does it go ?" "In there--" said Molly.
"Here ?--or here ?" touching the two doors of the cupboard.
"'Tother one." So Daisy opened the other door of the cupboard, just what she wanted to do.

And there she saw indeed some remnants of food, but nothing more than remnants; a piece of dry bread and a cold muffin, with a small bit of boiled pork.

Daisy took but a glance, and came away.

The plate and cup and saucer she set in their place; bid good-bye to Molly, and ran out.
Time indeed! The sun was sending long slant bright beams against the cottage-windows and over the pony chaise, and the groom had got the pony's head turned for home, evidently under the impression that Daisy was staying a long time.