"I do not believe, Daisy, to begin with, that you know what
anger means."
"I have been angry this morning," said Daisy, sadly. "I am
angry now, I think."
"How do you feel when you are angry?"
"I feel wrong. I do not want to see the person — I feel she
would be disagreeable to me, and if I spoke to her I should
want to say something disagreeable."
"Very natural," said the doctor.
"But it is wrong."
"If you can help it, Daisy. I always feel disagreeable when I
am angry. I feel a little disagreeable now that you are
angry."
Daisy could not help smiling at that.
"Now, suppose we go downstairs."
"Oh, no, sir. Oh, no, Dr. Sandford, please! I am not ready — I
would rather not go downstairs to-day. Please don't take me!"
"To-morrow you must, Daisy. I shall not give you any longer
than till then."
Away went Dr. Sandford to the library; kept Daisy's counsel,
and told Mrs. Randolph she was to remain in her room to-day.
"She thinks too much," he said. "There is too much self-
introversion."
"I know it! but what can we do?" said Mr. Randolph. "She has
been kept from books as much as possible."
"Amusement, and the society of children."
"Ay, but she likes older society better.
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