Do you set a high value on it? What
is it worth?"
Daisy hesitated; and then she said, "I think it is worth my
regard, aunt Gary!"
She could not guess why there was a general little laugh round
the table at this speech.
"Daisy, you are an original," said Mrs. Gary. "May I ask, why
this piece of old Egypt deserves your regard?"
"I think anything does, aunt Gary, that is a gift," Daisy
said, a little shyly.
"If your first speech sounded forty years old, your second
does not," said the lady.
"Arcadian again, both of them," Mr. Randolph remarked.
"You always take Daisy's part," said the lady briskly. But Mr.
Randolph let the assertion drop.
"Mamma," said Daisy, "what is an original?"
"Something your aunt says you are. Do you like some of this
_biscuit_, Daisy?"
"If you please, mamma. And mamma, what do you mean by a
fanatic?"
"Something that I will not have you," said her mother, with
knitting brow again.
Daisy slowly eat her biscuit-glac? and wondered — wondered
what it could be that Mr. Dinwiddie was, and that her mother
was determined she should not be.
Mr. Dinwiddie was a friend of poor people — was that what her
mother meant? He was a devoted, unflinching servant of Christ;
— "so will I be," said Daisy to herself; "so I am now; for I
have given the Lord Jesus all I have got, and I don't want to
take anything back.
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