"It would not make her happy, I think, to have people love her if she did not love them."
"And you think loving others would be better, without anybody to give love back?"
"I should think it would be very hard!"—said Daisy with a most profound expression of thoughtfulness.
"Well—this poor cripple, I understand, lacks both those conditions of happiness?"
"Yes, papa."
"What then? You were going to tell me something about her."
"Not much about her" said Daisy, "but only about myself."
"A much more interesting subject to me, Daisy."
You could only see the faintest expression of pleasure in the line of
Daisy's lips; she was looking very sober and a trifle anxious.
"I only thought, papa, I would try if I could not do something to make that poor woman happier."