The doctor opened his grave eyes at
Daisy, and stood at the foot of her couch, picking up
raspberries with his finger and thumb, as he had taken that
one in the morning.
"Now what are the wonderful things?" said he.
"You are too tired to-night, Dr. Sandford."
"Let us have number one. Promises must be kept, Daisy.
Business is business. Have you got such hard work for me? What
was the first thing?"
"The first wonderful thing that I saw — or at least that I
thought of —" said Daisy, "was the sun."
The doctor eat half a dozen raspberries without speaking,
giving an odd little smile first in one corner of his mouth,
and then in the other.
"Do you expect me to tell you about that?" said he.
"You said business was business," Daisy replied, with equal
gravity to his own.
"I am glad the idea of the universe did not occur to you,"
said the doctor. "That might have been rather inconvenient for
one evening's handling. What would you like me to tell you
about the sun?"
"I do not know anything at all about it," said Daisy. "I would
like to know everything you can tell me."
"The thought that first comes to me," said the doctor, "is,
that it ripened these raspberries.
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