"Why, Daisy, how funny! Let me see. I should wish that somebody would come and be good to me, I think."
"How?"
"O—tell me stories and read to me, and take tea with me—and I don't know what!"
"Do you suppose nobody ever does take tea with her?" said Daisy, upon whose fancy a new shadow of wretchedness darkened.
"I guess not," said Nora. "I don't believe anybody would. I guess nobody likes her well enough, she is so bad."
"Who gets her tea for her then?"
"Why nobody. She does it herself."
"How can she?"
"I don't know. Marmaduke says she keeps her house clean too, though she only goes about on her hands and knees."
"Nora," said Daisy, "that isn't like the Bible."