There was a little disappointment in her heart; yet when she had time to think it all over she was encouraged too.

The rose-tree was fairly planted; that would keep on speaking to Molly without the fear of a rebuff; and somehow Daisy's heart was warm towards the gruff old creature.

How forlorn she had looked, sitting in the dirt, with her grum face! "But perhaps she will wear a white robe in heaven!"-- thought Daisy.
Seeing that the rose-tree had evidently won favour, Daisy judged she could not do better than attack Molly again on her weak side, which seemed to be the love of the beautiful!--in one line at least.

But Daisy was not an impatient child; and she thought it good to see first what sort of treatment the rose-bush got, and not to press Molly too hard.

So the next day she carried nothing with her; only went to pay a visit to the garden.