It was almost to Daisy so; it seemed to her that she had beheld and heard the things she was telling over; for faith is the substance of things not seen; and the grief of the sisters, and their joy, and the love and tenderness of the Lord Jesus, were all to her not less real than they were to the actors in that far distant drama.

Molly heard her throughout, with open mouth and marvelling eyes.
Neither of them had changed her position, and indeed Daisy had scarce finished talking, when she heard herself hailed from the road.

She started.

Preston was there on horseback, calling to her.

Daisy got up and took up her trowel.
"Good bye," she said, with a little sigh for the lost vision which Preston's voice had interrupted--"I'll come again, I hope." And she ran out at the gate.
"It is time for you to go home, Daisy.