"
The turn Nora wished to give to Daisy's thoughts took effect
for the moment. It was grievous; to wish so much for her
friend and to have him join in the wish, and all in vain. But,
characteristically, Daisy said nothing. She was only silent a
moment.
"Nora, did you ever hear Mr. Dinwiddie say that poor people
disliked rich people?"
"No. They don't dislike him, I know."
"Is Mr. Dinwiddie rich too?"
"Of course he is," said Nora.
"I shouldn't think anybody would dislike him," said Daisy;
"but then he never seemed like rich people." She went into a
muse about it.
"Well, he is," said Nora. "He has got as much money as he
wants, I know."
"Nora, you know the parable of the servants and the talents?"
"Yes."
"Are you one of the good servants?"
Nora looked up very uneasily. Daisy's face was one of quiet
inquiry. Nora fidgeted.
"Daisy, I wish you would be like yourself, as you used to be,
and not talk so."
"But _are_ you, Nora?"
"No, I don't suppose I am! I couldn't do much."
"But would you like to have the King say to you what He said
to the servant who had one talent and didn't do anything?"
"Daisy, I don't want to have you talk to me about it," said
Nora, a little loftily.
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