"Are you tired, Daisy?" he said, looking up.
"My feet are tired," I said.
"That is all of you that can be tired. Sit down where you are—I will come to you directly."
So I sat down and watched him, and looked off between whiles to the wonderful green walls of the glen. The summer blue was very clear overhead; the stillness of the place very deep; insects, birds, a flutter of leaves, and the grating of Dr. Sandford's boot upon a stone, all the sounds that could be heard.
"Why you are warm, as well as tired, Daisy," he said, coming up to my rock at last.
"It is warm," I answered.
"Warm?" said he. "Look here, Daisy!"
"Well, what in the world is that?" I said, laughing. "A little mud or earth is all that I can see."
"Ah, your eyes are not good for much, Daisy—except to look at."