CHAPTER XVIII.

DAISY ALONE.

The sisters lived together comfortably enough in the wood, for the old

dame still supplied their wants; and Daisy grew so accustomed to Maud's

complaints and reproaches, that she did not mind them so much as at

first.

Then it was such a joy when, sometimes, Maud would be pleased and

satisfied, and speak a kind word or two, that her sister forgot all the

rest.

The fairy had been in the habit, after Susan's death, of taking Maud to

the fair sometimes, where she could see the people, and choose handsome

gowns for herself, and hear what was going on in the world.

Meantime Daisy would remain at home, cleaning the house and washing

Maud's dresses, and baking some nice thing for her to eat when she

should come home tired from the fair.

You may think this hard for Daisy; but you are mistaken, this time, for

she was never so merry as when working thus alone. There was no one to

meddle and complain when she was trying to do her best. Let Maud depart,

and all was peace in Daisy's home.

Maud seemed to think that Daisy was made for her servant; and when she

wished to enjoy herself alone, or to do some kind deed,--for other

people lived, now, in the neighborhood of the cabin,--her sister would

always interfere, and complain and whine so grievously that Daisy

yielded to her.

But Maud away, and her work all finished in the house, Daisy would clap

on her spectacles, and then such a wonderful world as stretched around

her! Nothing was common, or mean, or dead; all things were full of

beauty and surprise, when she looked into them.

The insects that stung Maud, and made her so impatient, would settle

quietly on Daisy's hand, and let her find out how their gauzy,

glittering wings were made, and see all the strange machinery by which

they could rise and fly, and the little beating hearts and busy heads

they had.

Then they would go slowly circling to their homes; and Daisy would

softly follow, and find how they lived, and what they ate, and what

became of them in winter time, and all about their young.

The birds, meantime, would come and sing to her about their joy, their

young, their fairy nests, their homes among the shady summer leaves; the

poorest worm, the ugliest spider, had something in him curious and

beautiful.

Then she would study the plants and trees, see the sap rising out of the

ground, and slowly creeping into every branch and leaf, and the little

buds come forth, and swell, and burst, at length, into lovely flowers.

She would sit upon the mossy rocks, and think how far down under the

earth they had been, and how full they might be of living creatures now;

and then bending over the violets that had grown in their crevices,

would count their tiny veins, and find how air and sunshine had mixed

with the sap to color and perfume them.

All these works of his hands made Daisy feel how near the great God was

to her, and that she could never go where he had not been before, and

where his eye would not follow her.

And then, amidst her troubles and toils, she had but to think of the

beautiful city above, where Peter and Susan were waiting for her, where

the spirits clothed in light would be her teachers and friends, and she

would see as far, perhaps, as they, and learn more a thousand times than

even her wonderful spectacles could teach her now.

But, one day, the dame took a fancy in her head that she was too old to

go to the fair again, and, in future, Daisy must go instead, and take

care of Maud.

This pleased neither of the sisters; for Daisy now must lose her only

hours of quiet; and Maud, instead of the old crone who had passed for

her servant, must appear with the shabby little Daisy, of whose meek,

serious face, and country manners, she was very much ashamed.

Then there was the mark of the spectacles to attract attention, and make

every one ask who it could be that had such a wise look on a face so

young.

But the two sisters started, one morning, for the fair, on the selfsame

road on which Peter had met his wife, and along which he had led her

home, to make his cabin such a happy place.

It was not so bad for Maud to have Daisy with her as she had feared; for

the good natured sister carried all her parcels, found out cool springs

where they could drink, and pleasant spots where they could sit in the

cool grass and rest sometimes, instead of hurrying on through the dust,

as the dame had always done.

Then Daisy had a cheerful heart, and was pleased with every thing she

met, and so full of her stories and cheerful songs, that the way seemed

not half so long to Maud as when she went with the dame.

Ah, but Maud didn't think how much shorter and brighter her sister's

path through life would have been had _she_, instead of her selfish

temper, a good and gentle heart like that which was cheering her now.

Daisy took her spectacles along, you may be sure; and besides that she

saw through them many a flower, and bird, and stone, and countless other

things to which her sister was as good as blind, Maud found them very

useful at the fair.

For the glasses showed things now exactly as they were--in the rich

silk, rough places or cotton threads; calicoes, gay enough to the naked

eye, through these looked faded and shabby. Was any thing shopworn, moth

eaten, or out of fashion, the spectacles told it as plainly as if they

had spoken aloud.

And just so, seen through these magical glasses, the people changed. A

man with a smiling face and pleasant words would appear dishonest and

cunning, when Daisy put on her spectacles. A maiden with a proud and

beautiful face looked humbled, all at once, and sad, and dying of a

broken heart. People that walked about in splendid clothes, and looked

down on the others, seemed suddenly poor beggars, hiding beneath their

garments as if they were a mask.

The dame would never carry bundles for Maud, nor allow herself to be

hurried or contradicted in any way; but Daisy bore all the burdens of

her own accord, and yielded to Maud's caprices, however foolish they

might be, if they troubled no one except herself.

But on their way home, something occurred in which Daisy resolved to

have her own way; and Maud was so angry that she would not walk with her

sister, and hurrying on, left her far behind.

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