She paused, unable to proceed.
"I see all that," whispered her aunt, "but I know well that it is not always the sorrows people can see that are the hardest."
Daisy looked up quickly, as if that were a ray of comfort.
"Jesus sees," proceeded her aunt, "what we can hardly explain to any one else, He understands."
Daisy squeezed her hand, and then, as if impelled to go on, she added, "I thought as I looked out on the wintry garden, as if my heart were something like that, and I don't see any help for it!"
"Still, Daisy, beneath the snow and the frost, the plants are alive! That is how the life of Christ is in your heart. Put on your shawl, and I will get mine. There is nothing like seeing—"
Daisy ran with alacrity. Hope had begun to dawn in her heart.
Her aunt led the way to a sheltered corner.
"Look!" she exclaimed. There, beneath a holly bush, peeped out of the white earth a little patch of exquisite snowdrops!
"Oh! Auntie!" said Daisy, and her eyes were full of tears, she did not know why.