“O yes, there are.  When they are washed in Jesus’ blood, then they are good.  He will take away all their sins.”

Molly was silent for a moment and Daisy resumed her work of putting things away; but as she took the peach pie in her hands Molly burst out again.

“What you bring them things here for?”

Daisy stopped again.

“I think it is because Jesus is my king,” she said, “and I love him.  And I love what he loves, and so I love you, Molly.”

Daisy looked very childish and very wise, as she said this; but over Molly’s face there came a great softening change.  The wrinkles seemed to disappear; she gazed at Daisy steadily as if trying to find out what it all meant:  and when the eyes presently were cast down, Daisy almost thought there was a little moisture about them.  She had no further interruption in her work.  The dishes were all put away, and then she brought her book.  Daisy had her Bible with her this time, that she might give Molly more than her own words.  And Molly she found as ready to listen as could be desired.  And she was persistent in desiring to hear only of that incredible Friend of whom Daisy had told her.  That name she wanted; wherever that name came in, Molly sat silent and attentive; if the narrative lost it, she immediately quickened Daisy’s memory to the knowledge of the fact that nothing else would do.  At last Daisy proposed that Molly herself should learn to read.  Molly stared very hopelessly at first; but after getting more accustomed to the idea and hearing from Daisy that it was by no means an impossible thing, and further that if she could learn to read, the Bible would be forthcoming for her own use, she took up the notion with an eagerness far exceeding all that Daisy had hoped for.  She said very little about it; nevertheless it was plain that a root of hope had struck down into the creature’s heart.  Daisy taught her two letters, A and B, and then was obliged to go home.

It was quite time, for little Daisy was tired.  She was not accustomed to making fires and boiling kettles, neither to setting tables and washing dishes.  Yet it was not merely, nor so much, the bodily exertion she had made, as the mind work.  The excitement both of pleasure and responsibility and eager desire.  Altogether, Daisy was tired; and sat back in her chaise letting the reins hang languidly in her hands and Loupe go how he would.  But Loupe judged it was best to get home and have some refreshment, so he bestirred himself.  Daisy had time to lie down a little while before her dinner; nevertheless she was languid and pale, and disposed to take all the rest of the day very quietly.