She did not go quite so fast, however; so that it was a little time before she came in sight of the poor old house which she recognized as Molly Skelton's.
Daisy drew the reins then and let Loupe walk slowly up a slight ascent in the road which led to it.

But when the chaise was fairly opposite the house door, Daisy drew the reins still more and brought Loupe to a stand-still.

She peered forth then anxiously to see if the poor old inmate of the house were to be seen anywhere.
As she looked, the house door opened; and with a very straitened and touched heart Daisy watched the crippled old creature come from within, crawl down over the door step, and make her slow way into the little path before the house.

A path of a few yards ran from the road to the house door, and it was bordered with a rough-looking array of flowers.
Rough-looking, because they were set or had sprung up rather confusedly, and the path between had no care but was only worn by the feet of travellers and the hands and knees of the poor inhabitant of the place.
Yet some sort of care was bestowed on the flowers themselves, for no weeds had been suffered to choke them; and even the encroaching grass had been removed from trespassing too nearly on their little occupation of ground.

The flowers themselves shot up and grew as they had a mind.
Prince's feather was conspicuous, and some ragged balsams.