Sandford.
"Can you bear it, Daisy?"
She looked up meekly, and answered, "Yes, Dr. Sandford." So
meekly that the doctor's eye took special note of her.
"Have you been to Crum Elbow to-day?"
"Yes, sir. I got all the things."
"All of them?"
"Yes, sir."
"What reward shall I give you?"
She had been speaking with a sad meekness, a sober self-
restraint, unlike her years. If Dr. Sandford meant to break it
up, which I think he did, he had partial success. Daisy looked
up and smiled at him. But yet it was a meek smile, and sad
even in its composed denial of any notion of reward. Not
satisfactory to the doctor.
"I always repay anybody that does me any service," he went on.
"Ought one always to do that?" said Daisy.
"What is your judgment?"
"I think _everybody_ could not."
"Why not?"
"Some people have nothing to pay with, — for things that are
done for them."
"I do not believe that."
"_Some_ people, Dr. Sandford?"
"Whom do you know in that condition — for instance?"
"Why, I — for instance."
"You! What cannot you pay for?"
"A great many things," said Daisy, slowly. "Hardly anything. I
am only a child."
"How is it about Molly Skelton? Does she pay you for the
various attentions she receives from you?"
"Pay me, Dr.
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