Sandford! I do not want pay."
"You are very unlike me, then," said the doctor; "that is all
I have to say."
"Why, Dr. Sandford, what pay could she give me?"
"Don't you get any, then?"
"Why, no, sir," said Daisy, eagerly answering the doctor's
blue eye. "Except — yes, of course, I get a sort of pay; but
Molly does not — yes she does give it to me; but I mean, she
does not mean to pay me."
The doctor smiled, one of those rare pleasant smiles, that
showed his white teeth in a way that Daisy liked; it was only
a glimmer.
"What sort of pay is that? — which she gives, and does not
mean to give, and you take and do not ask for?"
"Oh! — _that_ sort of pay!" said Daisy. "Is it that sort you
mean, Dr. Sandford?"
"That is one sort."
"But I mean, is it the sort that you always give, you say?"
"Always, when people deserve it. And then, do you not think it
is natural to wish to give them, if you can, some other sort
of pay?"
"I think it is," said Daisy, sedately.
"I am glad you do not disapprove of it."
"But I do not think people _want_ that other kind of pay, Dr.
Sandford."
"Perhaps not. I suppose it is a selfish gratification of
oneself to give it."
Daisy looked so earnestly and so curiously at him, as if to
see what all this was about, that the doctor must have had
good command of his lips not to smile again.
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