"
"Other seeds. Dr. Sandford, is _everything_ wonderful?"
"What do you think about it?"
"I do not know but a very little," said Daisy; "but I never
should have thought this little green moss — or what did you
say it was?"
"Liverwort. Its name is Marchantia."
"This liverwort; I never should have supposed it was anything
but pretty, and of course good for something; but now I never
heard anything so wonderful."
"More than the sun?" said Dr. Sandford, smiling.
"It is more surprising, I think," said Daisy.
"Pray, what makes you conclude so securely that this little
Marchantia is _good for something?_"
Daisy gave him a quick look of wisdom and suspicion mingled.
The doctor was getting a very good amusement himself, and
quite entered into the matter. He waited for Daisy's answer.
It came diplomatically.
"_Isn't_ everything good for something, sir?"
" 'Pon my word, I don't know," said the doctor. "My enquiry was
for the grounds of your opinion, Daisy."
"It was not an opinion. I do not think I am old enough to have
an opinion."
"What was it, Daisy?"
The doctor was still crouching down by the side of the rock,
examining carelessly whatever he found there.
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