Daisy looked at
him, and waited, and felt at last that good manners required
her to speak.
"You said, sir, that baskets were made to hold something."
"So your remark was an inference from mine."
"No, sir."
"Go on, Daisy."
"I only said it, sir, because I knew it was true."
There was an odd contrast between the extreme modesty of
Daisy's manner and the positiveness of her words.
"It is said to be a great philosophical truth, Daisy; but what
I want to know is how you, not being a philosopher, have got
such firm hold of it?"
He faced Daisy now, and she gave way as usual before the
searching blue eyes. One soft look, and her eyes fell away.
"I only thought it, Dr. Sandford, because in the beginning —
when God had made everything — the Bible says he saw that it
was all good."
"Daisy, how came you to be such a lover of the Bible?"
Daisy did not speak at once, and when she did it was a
departure from the subject.
"Dr. Sandford, I felt a drop of rain on my face!"
"And here is another," said the doctor, getting up. "This is
what I have expected all day. Come, Daisy — you must be off in
your chaise-?-porteurs without delay."
"But Nora, and Ella, and the boys! — they are away off on the
lake.
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