Juanita, will you bring it here,
please?"
The doctor took it up, and handled it with an eye that said,
Daisy knew, that it was a fine specimen. The way he handled it
gratified her.
"So this is one of your playthings, is it, Daisy?"
"No, sir; it is not a plaything, but I like to look at it."
"Why?"
"It is so wonderful, and beautiful, I think."
"But do tell Daisy, will you, doctor," said Preston, "that it
is a subject she cannot understand yet. She wants me to bring
her books about trilobites."
"Time hangs heavy, Daisy?" said the doctor.
"No, sir — only when I have nothing to do."
"What have you done to-day?"
"Nothing, sir; except talking to papa and mamma, — and some
business about a little girl."
The sedateness of this announcement was inexpressible, coming
as it did after a little thoughtful pause. Preston burst out
laughing. Dr. Sandford did not so far forget himself. He only
gave Daisy a rapid look of his grave blue eyes.
"It would be a charity to give you more employment than that,"
he said. "You like wonderful things, Daisy?"
"Very much, when I understand about them."
"I will agree to tell you anything you please — that I know —
about any wonderful things you can see to-morrow, looking from
your window.
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