She left the things to drain as they could, and went to the spring to wash her own fingers; rejoicing in the purifying properties of the sweet element.

All this took some time, but Daisy carried in her clean dishes with a satisfied heart.
"It's bi'lin',--" said Molly as soon as she entered.
So the little kettle was.

Daisy made tea, and prepared Molly's table with a little piece of butter and the bottle of milk.

And no little girl making an entertainment for herself with tiny china cups and tea-set, ever had such satisfaction in it.

Twenty dinners at home could not have given Daisy so much pleasure, as she had now to see the poor cripple look at her unwonted luxuries and then to see her taste them.