A bottle of milk Daisy particularly desired, and a little butter; and she set off at last, happier than a queen--Esther or any other--to go to Molly with her supplies.
She found not much improvement in the state of affairs.

Molly was gathered up on her hearth near the stove, in which she had made a fire; but it did not appear, for all that Daisy could see, that anything else had been done or any breakfast eaten that morning.

The cripple seemed to be in a down-hearted and hopeless state of mind; and no great wonder.
"Molly, would you like another cup of tea ?" said her little friend.
"Yes, it's in there.

You fix it,"-- said the poor woman, pointing as before to the cupboard, and evidently comforted by Daisy's presence and proposal.

Daisy could hear it in the tone of her voice.