It was no use to tell Dr. Sandford what I thought. I was silent still.
"Daisy," said he, "you are worse than you used to be." And I heard a little concern in his words, only half hid by the tone.
"You do not suppose that such words as those you quoted just now, were meant to be a practical guide in the daily affairs of life? Do you?"
"How can I help it, Dr. Sandford?" I answered. "I would like to have my friends among those whom the King will call His sisters and brothers."
"And what do you think of correct grammar, and clean hands?" he asked.
"Clean hands!" I echoed.
"You like them," he said, smiling. "The people you mean often go without them—if report says true."
"Not the people I mean," I said.
"And education, Daisy; and refined manners; and cultivated tastes; what will you do without all these? In the society you speak of they are seldom found."
"You do not know the society I speak of, Dr. Sandford; and