There was a little drizzling mist falling, and it chilled her and made her shiver.
"I know I've been very, very selfish," she kept murmuring to herself.
"I oughtn't to have minded the dungeon.

I ought not to have been so terrified at the ogre.

I'm afraid God is angry with me for being so dreadfully selfish, and for letting the ogre take Primrose's money.

I always did think the sun shone at Rosebury, but perhaps even the sun won't get up because he is angry with me." Daisy knew her way down the familiar and straggling village street, but there were one or two different roads to Shortlands, and she became puzzled which to take, and what with the drizzling rain, and her own great fatigue of body, soon really lost her way.
An early laborer going to work was the first person she met.

She asked him eagerly if she was on the right road; but he answered her so gruffly that she instantly thought he must be a relation of Mr.Dove's and ran, crying and trembling, away from him.