So, greatly pleased herself, Daisy went to work in Molly's house just as if she was at home.

She fetched water in the kettle again and made up the fire.
While that was getting ready, she set the table for breakfast.

The only table that Molly could use was a piece of board nailed on a chair.

On this Daisy put her plate and cup and saucer, and with secret glee arranged the cold chicken and loaf of bread.

For the cupboard, as she saw, was as empty as she had found it two days before.