And all the pleasure of all the tableaux put together could give nothing to Daisy equal to her joy when Molly first began to read.

That day, when letters began really to be put together into words to Molly's comprehension, Daisy came home a proud child.

Or rather, for pride is a bad word, she came home with a heart swelling with hope and exultation; hope and exultation that looked forward confidently to the glory to be revealed..