What Molly had lived on in the mean time was simply a mystery to Daisy.

To be sure, the end of cold pork was gone, the remains of the cake had disappeared, and nothing was left of the peaches but the stones.

The tea-kettle did not boil for a time; and Daisy looked uneasily at Molly's cup and saucer and plate meanwhile.

They had not been washed, Daisy could not guess for how long; certainly no water had touched them since the tea of two nights ago, for the cake crumbs and peach stones told the tale.

Daisy looked at them with a great feeling of discomfort.