“Whatsoever ye would that others should do to you, do ye even so to them”—­Daisy could see nothing along the road but those words.  “That is my King’s command to me—­and those poor people have got no breakfast.  If I was in that little girl’s place, I would like to have it given to me.  But those other baskets—­would they do?—­I could make them do somehow—­Nora and I could dress them up with greens and flowers!”—­

The pony chaise stopped.  Sam came up alongside.

“Sam, take those baskets back to the store.  I am going back there.”

Round came the chaise, and in five minutes more they were at the Crum Elbow corner again, for Daisy’s heartburning had not let her go far.  Mr. Lamb was exceedingly mystified, as it was very unusual for young ladies like this one to come buying whole hams and riding off with them.  However he made no objections to the exchange, being a gainer by ten cents; for Daisy had asked for a ham of fifteen pounds.  Then Daisy enquired the way to the girl’s house, and her name, and set off in a new direction.  It was not far; a plain little brown house, with a brown gate a few yards from the door.  Daisy got out of the chaise and opened the gate, and there stood still and prayed a little prayer that God would help her not to feel foolish or afraid when she was trying to do right.  Then she went up to the door and knocked.  Somebody said in a very uninviting tone of voice, “Come in!”

It was hard for Daisy; she had expected that somebody would open the door, but now she must go in and face all that was there.  However, in she went.  There was a poor room to be sure, with not much in it.  A woman was taking some hot bread, just baked, out of a little cooking stove.  Daisy saw the little girl standing by; it was the right place.

“Well!” said the woman looking up at Daisy from her stove oven—­“what is it?” She looked pale and unhappy, and her words were impatient.  Daisy was half afraid.

“I am Daisy Randolph”—­she began gently.

“Go on,” said the woman, as Daisy hesitated.

“I was in Mr. Lamb’s store just now, when your little girl came to buy some ham.”

“Well!—­what then?”

“Mr. Lamb said he would not cut any, and she was obliged to go without it.”

“Well, what have you to do with all that?”

“I was sorry she was disappointed,” said Daisy more steadily; “and as Mr. Lamb would not cut one for her I have brought a whole one—­if you will please accept it.  It is at the gate, because the boy could not leave the horses.”

The woman set her bread on the floor, left the oven door open, and rose to her feet.

“What did you tell her, Hephzibah?” she said in a threatening voice.

“I didn’t tell her nothing,” said the girl hurriedly—­“I never spoke to her.”

“How did she know what you came for?”

“I was so near,” said Daisy bravely, though she was afraid, “that I couldn’t help hearing.”