"
"Well, what is the use of _them?_" said Nora.
"Oh, Nora — just think how pretty they are."
"But prettiness isn't use."
"I think it is," said Daisy; "and I dare say they have other
uses that we do not know. And I think, Nora, that God would
not have taken such care to dress up the old rocks if the
rocks were no good."
"Did He do it?" said Nora.
"Why, certainly. He did everything, you know."
"Of course; but I thought they just grew," said Nora.
The children were silent a little, watching the squirrels.
Daisy began again abruptly.
"Nora, did you ever see that crippled woman that lives on the
mill road a little way from our church?"
"Old Molly Skelton, do you mean?"
"I do not know what her name is — she cannot walk; she creeps
about as if she had no legs."
"I've seen her. Isn't she horrid?"
"Did you ever see her near by?"
"No, I guess I haven't. I have heard Duke tell about her."
"What? do tell me."
"Oh, she's a horrid old thing — that is all I know."
"How, horrid?"
"Why, she is wicked, and she don't know anything. She would
hardly listen to Marmaduke when he wanted to talk to her."
"Has she got a Bible, I wonder?" said Daisy, in an awestruck
voice.
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