"I remember," I said, smiling to think of it; "but I was a child then, Dr. Sandford."
"Oh!—Well, apropos of duty, you may go on about Miss Cardigan."
"I do not know a great deal to tell. Only that she is very good, very kind to me and everybody; very rich, I believe; and very wise, I think. I know nothing more—except the way her money was made."
"How was it?"
"I have heard that her mother was a marketwoman," I said very unwillingly; for I knew the conclusions that would be drawn.
"Is it likely," Dr. Sandford said slowly, "that the daughter of a marketwoman should be a good friend in every respect for the daughter of Mrs. Randolph?"
"It may not be likely," I answered with equal slowness;—"but it is true."
"Can you prove your position, Daisy?"
"What is your objection to her, Dr. Sandford?"