"Those are, when they are finished, little baskets."
"Baskets?" exclaimed Daisy, delightedly. "I can't see anything like a basket now."
"No, it is too small for you to see; you must take it on my word, who have seen it. They are baskets, and such baskets as you never dreamed of. The shape is elegant, and round the edge, Daisy, they are cut into a fringe of teeth, and each tooth is cut again into teeth, making a fringe around its tiny edge.
"I wish I could see it," said Daisy.
"Now if you were my little sister, and lived with me, I could show you these things in the evenings."
Daisy responded to this with a very grateful and somewhat wistful smile, but immediately went on with the business in hand.
"Do these little baskets hold anything, Dr. Sandford?"
"Yes. Baskets are always made to hold something."
"What do they hold?"
"They hold what are called spores; that is, little bits of things which, whenever they get a chance, begin to grow and make new plants."