She looked in that position so forlorn, so lonely
and miserable, that Daisy's heart misgave her. She drew near.
"Molly —" said her sweet little voice, "would you like your
tea now? the water is boiling."
Molly signified that she would.
"Would you like to have me make it?" said Daisy, doubtfully,
quite afraid of venturing too far or too fast. But she need
not have been afraid. Molly only pointed with her finger to a
wall cupboard, and said as before, — "In there."
The way was clear for Daisy, time or no time. She went to the
cupboard. It was not hard to find the few things which Molly
had in constant use. The tea-pot was there, and a paper of
tea. Daisy made the tea, with a good deal of pleasure and
wonder; set it to draw, and brought out Molly's cup and saucer
and plate and knife and spoon. A little sugar she found too;
not much. She put these things on the low table which was made
to fit Molly's condition. She could have it before her as she
sat on the floor.
"I don't see any milk for your tea, Molly."
"Milk? no. It's all gone," said Molly.
"I am sorry. You'll have to take your tea without milk then.
Here it is. I hope it is good."
Daisy poured out a cup, set the sugar beside it, and cut
slices of sponge-cake.
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