That name she wanted; wherever that name came in, Molly sat silent and attentive; if the narrative lost it, she immediately quickened Daisy's memory to the knowledge of the fact that nothing else would do.

At last Daisy proposed that Molly herself should learn to read.

Molly stared very hopelessly at first; but after getting more accustomed to the idea and hearing from Daisy that it was by no means an impossible thing, and further that if she could learn to read, the Bible would be forthcoming for her own use, she took up the notion with an eagerness far exceeding all that Daisy had hoped for.

She said very little about it; nevertheless it was plain that a root of hope had struck down into the creature's heart.

Daisy taught her two letters, A and B, and then was obliged to go home.
It was quite time, for little Daisy was tired.