"Please keep the ham this time!" she broke out bravely--"I won't bring
another one!"
"Did nobody send you?" said the woman eyeing her keenly.
"No," said Daisy, "except the Lord Jesus--he sent me."
"You're a kind little soul!" said the woman, "and as good a Christian as
most of 'em I guess. But I won't do that. I'd die first!--unless you'll
let me do some work for you and make it up so." There was relenting in
the tone of these last words.
"O that will do," said Daisy gladly. "Then will you let your little girl
come out and get the ham? because the boy cannot leave the horses. Good
bye, Mrs. Harbonner."
"But stop!" cried the woman--"you hain't told me what I am to do for
you."
"I don't know till I get home and ask there. What would you like to do?"
"My work is tailoring--I learnt that trade; but beggars mustn't be
choosers. I can do other things--plain sewing, and washing, and
cleaning, and dairy work; anything I _can_ do."
Daisy said she would bring her word, and at last got off; without her
ham and in glee inexpressible. "They will have some for breakfast," she
said to herself; for there had been something in little Hephzibah's eye
as she received the great ham in her arms, that went through and through
Daisy's heart and almost set her to crying.
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