To see Mrs.Harbonner and her daughter again, and to do them all sorts of good, had been a dream of hers, ever since the morning.

Now this was shut off.

She was very sorry.

How were the rich to do good to the poor, if they never come together?
A question which Daisy thought about while she was dressing.

Then she doubted how her feast had gone; and she had been obliged to tell of Ransom.
Altogether, Daisy felt that doing good was a somewhat difficult matter, and she let June dress her in very sober silence.