"I guess they are not of any use," said Nora.
"Oh, I guess everything is of use."
"Why, no, it isn't," said Nora. "Grass is not of any use."
"Oh, Nora! Think — what would the cows and horses do?"
"Well, then, stones are not of any use."
"Yes, they are — to build houses — don't you know?"
"Houses might be built of wood," said Nora.
"So they might. But then, Nora, wooden houses would not last
so long as stone ones."
"Well — people could build new ones."
"But houses might be wanted where there was not wood enough to
build them."
"I never saw such a place," said Nora. "I never saw a place
where there was not wood enough. And if there is such a place
anywhere, people could not live in it, because they would have
nothing to make fires with."
Daisy considered.
"But Nora, I think it cannot be so. I guess everything is made
for some use. Dr. Sandford told me yesterday what the use is
of those queer brown leaves that grow upon rocks — you know —
and the use of little mosses, that I never thought before were
good for anything. They are to begin to prepare a place on the
rocks where things can grow."
"Why, they grow themselves," said Nora.
"Yes, but I mean other things — ferns and flowers and other
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