Randolph.
"That is your child who is wanting in docility," remarked Mr.
Randolph.
"She might have remembered my orders before she got so far," —
said the lady.
"I wish you would change the orders," said Dr. Sandford,
boldly.
"Not even to oblige you, doctor," said Mrs. Randolph. "Daisy
has an idea that the companions who are not fit for her are
precisely the ones whom she should cultivate."
"I think Daisy would state the question differently, however,"
Mr. Randolph remarked.
"She has a tinge of the wildest fanaticism," Mrs. Randolph
went on, dropping her work, and facing the doctor. "Wherever
there are rags and dirt, there, by force of contrast, Daisy
thinks it is her business to go. This is a miserable place, I
suppose, that she was aiming for this afternoon — is it not?"
"Very miserable. But the point is, to visit it would have made
Daisy happy."
"It is sheer fanaticism!" said Mrs. Randolph. "I cannot let
her encourage it. If I did, she would not be fit for anything
by and by. She is fit for very little now."
"You will of course judge as you please about it," said the
doctor; "but it is my duty to tell you that the danger in that
line is far more than compensated by the advantage to be
gained.
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