"
"Anything at the centre of the earth? I suppose so."
"But I mean, anything _but_ earth," said Daisy.
Preston burst out laughing. "Oh, Daisy, Daisy! — Hadn't you
better learn about what is on the outside of the earth, before
we dig down so deep into it?"
"Well, Preston, my trilobite was on the outside."
"Daisy, it wouldn't interest you," said Preston, seriously;
"you would have to go deep into something else besides the
earth — so deep that you would get tired. Let the trilobite
alone, and let's have Grimm's Tales to-morrow — shall we? or
what will you have?"
Daisy was patiently silent a minute; and then in came Dr.
Sandford. In his presence Preston was mute; attending to the
doctor's manipulations as gravely as the doctor himself
performed them. In the midst of the general stillness, Dr.
Sandford asked, "Who was speaking about trilobites as I came
up?"
"Preston was speaking," said Daisy, as nobody else seemed
ready to answer.
"What about them."
"He thinks they would not interest me," said Daisy.
"What do you know about trilobites?" said Dr. Sandford, now
raising his blue eyes for a good look into the child's face.
He saw it looked weary.
"I have got a beautiful one.
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