The rooms were ready, but the guests did not arrive.

Three guests were expected, but the kind lady who had prepared the rooms, who had papered them with Goodness, and furnished them with Self-Denial, and brightened them with Love, waited and longed for her visitors in vain.
"Two of the visitors were most anxious to come, but one--a little one--although she looked very gentle and had a sweet expression and blue eyes, and seemed quite the sort of little girl who would not willingly hurt a fly, held back.

It never entered into her head that she was selfish, and was making two or three people who loved her both anxious and unhappy.

She preferred to live in rooms which, by comparison, were like dungeons; for the owners had never put Love into them, and had never thought of Self-Denial in connection with them.
There, Daisy-flower, I have done.

It seems a pity that the little girl should have been so selfish, does it not ?" "But how does the story end, Mr.Arthur?
You have really only just begun." "I only know the beginning, Daisy," said Noel, as he rose to leave.