you done something naughty? I did something very naughty once."

Seeing that Anna did not shake her head this time, she added, in her
condescending little tone:

"If you like, I'll come and sit beside you, and tell you all about it."

She put her basket of eggs very carefully on the ground, and placed
herself comfortably by Anna's side.

"It was a very naughty thing _I_ did," she began, in a voice of some
enjoyment, "worse than yours, I expect. It was a year ago, and one of
our geese was sitting, and mother said she wasn't to be meddled with
nohow. And the white Cochin-china hen was sitting too, and"--Daisy
paused to give full weight to the importance of the crime, and opened
her eyes very wide, "and--I changed 'em! I carried the goose and put
her on the hen's nest, and she forsook it, and the hen forsook hers, and
the eggs were all addled! Mother _was_ angry! She said it wasn't the
eggs she minded so much as the disobedience. Was yours worse than
that?"

"Much, much worse," murmured Anna.

Daisy made a click with her tongue to express how shocked she felt at
this idea.

"Have you said you're sorry, and you won't do it any more?" she asked.
"When you're sorry, people are kind."

"I don't deserve that they should be kind," said Anna, looking up
mournfully at her little adviser.

"Father and mother were kind afterwards," said Daisy. "I had to be
punished though. I didn't have eggs for breakfast for a whole month
after I changed the goose. I like eggs for breakfast," she added,
thoughtfully. Then glancing at her basket, as she got down from the
gate, "Mother sent those to Mrs Forrest. I came through the garden to
find you, but I'm going back over the field. You haven't been to see
Star for ever so long. She's growing a real beauty."

Long after Daisy was out of sight her simple words lingered in Anna's
mind. They had made her feel less miserable, though nothing was
altered. "When you're sorry, people are kind," she repeated. If her
grandfather knew the very worst, if he knew that she had actually been
ashamed of him, would he possibly forgive her? would he ever look kindly
at her again? Anna sat up and dried her tears. She lifted her head
with a sudden resolve. "I will tell him," she said to herself, "every
bit about it, from the very beginning, and then I must bear whatever he
says, and whatever Delia says."

It was easy to make this brave resolve, with no one to hear it but the
quiet co