So she ran off and brought the pot and set it on the ground before Molly.

It was a great attraction; Daisy could see that at once.
The cripple sat back gazing at it.

Daisy prudently waited till her eyes came round again from the flowers and rested on her little visiter's face.
"Where shall I put it ?" said Daisy.

"Where would you like to have it go ?" Molly's eyes presently followed hers, roaming over the little flower plot in search of room for the geranium, which did not appear; prince's feather and marigolds so choked up the ground where balsams did not straggle over it.

Molly looked as Daisy did at the possibilities of the case, looked again at the strange sweet little face which was so busy in her garden; and then made a sudden movement.