"Pay me, Dr. Sandford! I do not want pay."
"You are very unlike me, then," said the doctor; "that is all I have to say."
"Why Dr. Sandford, what pay could she give me?"
"Don't you get any, then?"
"Why no, sir," said Daisy, eagerly answering the doctor's blue eye. "Except—yes, of course, I get a sort of pay; but Molly does not—yes she does give it to me; but I mean, she does not mean to pay me."
The doctor smiled, one of those rare pleasant smiles, that shewed his white teeth in a way that Daisy liked; it was only a glimmer.
"What sort of pay is that?—which she gives, and does not mean to give, and you take and do not ask for?"
"O!—that sort of pay!" said Daisy. "Is it that sort you mean, Dr.
Sandford?"
"That is one sort."
"But I mean, is it the sort that you always give, you say?"