"She's all flushed and sunburnt, and overheated."
"Daisy is never anything but cool," he said; "unless when she gets hold of a principle, and somebody else gets hold of the other end. We'll look at these things after dinner, Daisy."
"Principles?" half exclaimed Mrs. Sandford, with so dismayed an expression that the doctor and I both laughed.
"Not exactly," said the doctor, putting his hand in his pocket. "Look here."
"I see nothing but a little dirt."
"You shall see something else by and by—if you will."
"You have never brought your microscope here, Grant? Where in the world will you set it up?"
"In your room—after dinner—if you permit."
Mrs. Sandford permitted; and though she did not care much about the investigations that followed, the doctor and I did. As delightful as the morning had been, the long afternoon stretched its bright hours along; till Mrs. Sandford insisted I must be dressed, and pushed the microscope into a corner and ordered the doctor away.