It was all safe and doing well.

While she stood there before it, the cottage door opened and the poor inmate came out.

She crawled down the walk on hands and knees till she got near Daisy, and then sat back to look at her.
"What do you want ?" she said, in a most uninviting and ungracious tone of voice.
"I came to see you," said Daisy, venturing to let her eyes rest for the first time on those poor, restless, unloving eyes opposite her--"and I wanted to see the rose, and I have brought you another flower--if you will let me bring it in." Her words were sweet as honey.

The woman looked at her, and answered again with the unintelligible grunt, of unbelieving wonder, which Daisy had heard once before.

Daisy thought on the whole the safest way was not to talk but to fetch her beautiful "Jewess" flowers to speak for themselves.