"Then Daisy, honestly—I am asking as a philosopher, and that means a lover of knowledge, you know,—did you choose those articles to-day to please yourself?"
"In one way, I did," I answered.
"Did they appear to you as they did to Mrs. Sandford,—at the time?"
"Yes, Dr. Sandford."
"So I thought. Then, Daisy, will you make me understand it? For I am puzzled."
I was sorry that he cared about the puzzle, for I did not want to go into it. I was almost sure he would not make it out if I did.
However, he lay there looking at me and waiting.
"Those other things cost too much, Dr. Sandford—that was all."
"There is the puzzle!" said the doctor. "You had the money in your bank for them, and money for Margaret's things too, and more if you wanted it; and no bottom to the bank at all, so far as I could see. And you like pretty things, Daisy, and you did not choose them?"
"No, sir."