Yet Molly said almost nothing; but the grunt of new expression with which she set down the bottle of milk the first time, went all through and through Daisy's heart with delight.

Molly drank tea and spread her bread with butter, and Daisy noticed her turning over her slice of bread to examine the texture of it; and a quieter, soothed, less miserable look, spread itself over her wrinkled features.

They were not wrinkled with age; yet it was a lined and seamed face generally, from the working of unhappy and morose feelings.
"Ain't it good!--" was Molly's single word of comment as she finished her meal.

Then she sat back and watched Daisy putting all the things nicely away.

She looked hard at her.
"What you fetch them things here for ?" she broke out suddenly.