But the great boulder beside which
they were hid from view, divided her attention; it was very
large, and rounded off on all sides, lying quietly on the
ground; and Daisy was curious to know how it came to be so
grown over with green things; mosses and ferns draped it all
over; how could they grow on the bare rock?
"Well, Daisy?" said her friend, watching how Daisy's
countenance woke up from its subdued expression.
"Dr. Sandford, how could these things grow on the rock? these
green things?"
"What green things?"
"Why, ever so many sorts. Here is moss, a great deal of it, of
different kinds; and there is beautiful brake at the top, like
plumes of feathers. How can they grow there?"
"Why not?"
"I thought everything wanted some earth to grow in."
"Have they none?"
"I don't know. I thought not. They must have very little
indeed, Dr. Sandford."
"Very little will do, I suppose."
"But I do not see how any earth got there," said Daisy. "It
was only a bare rock at first, of course."
"At first," repeated the doctor. "Well, Daisy, I suppose it
was no more. But there is something else growing there, which
you have not spoken of."
"Is there?" said Daisy. "I do not see anything else.
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