"Mamma, - I suppose I know some of them."
"Do you know, for instance, that your skin is exquisite, in colour and texture?"
"Mrs. Sandford used to tell me so," I said.
My mother drew the tips of her fingers over my cheek.
"And now, at my saying that, comes a little rose hue here, as delicate as the inside of a shell. But you have lost all the look of delicate condition, Daisy; this is the colour of perfect health."
"Dr. Sandford has taken care of me, mamma."
"Your father trusted a great deal to Dr. Sandford. Do you think his trust was well placed?"
"Nobody could have taken more care of me, mamma. Dr. Sandford has been very good."
"He always was your favourite," she remarked.
"Well, mamma, he deserved all I have given him."