"No, sir; it is not a plaything, but I like to look at it."
"Why?"
"It is so wonderful, and beautiful, I think."
"But do tell Daisy, will you, doctor," said Preston, "that it is a subject she cannot understand yet. She wants me to bring her books about trilobites."
"Time hangs heavy, Daisy?" said the doctor.
"No, sir only when I have nothing to do."
"What have you done to-day?"
"Nothing, sir; except talking to papa and mamma, and some business about a little girl."
The sedateness of this announcement was inexpressible, coming as it did after a little thoughtful pause. Preston burst out laughing. Dr. Sandford did not so far forget himself. He only gave Daisy a rapid look of his grave blue eyes.
"It would be a charity to give you more employment than that," he said. "You like wonderful things, Daisy?"