"Speak on."
"Jesus will help us, Dr. Sandford, if we ask Him." And tears, that were tears of deep penitence now, rushed to Daisy's eyes.
"I do not believe, Daisy, to begin with, that you know what anger means."
"I have been angry this morning," said Daisy, sadly. "I am angry now, I think."
"How do you feel when you are angry?"
"I feel wrong. I do not want to see the person I feel she would be disagreeable to me, and if I spoke to her I should want to say something disagreeable."
"Very natural," said the doctor.
"But it is wrong."
"If you can help it, Daisy. I always feel disagreeable when I am angry. I feel a little disagreeable now that you are angry."
Daisy could not help smiling at that.