And then--"Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you,"-- As soon as that came fairly into Daisy's head, she knew what she ought to be about.

Not without an inward sigh, she gathered up the pieces again.
"What you going to do ?" said Molly.
"I'll bring them back," said Daisy.

"I will be ready directly.

The water is not boiling yet." For she saw that Molly was jealously eager for the hoped-for cup of tea.
She carried the things out into the shed, and there looked in vain for any dish or vessel to wash them in.

How could it be that Molly managed?
Daisy was fain to fetch a little bowl of water and wash the crockery with her fingers, and then fetch another bowl of water to rinse it.
There was no napkin to be seen.