Daisy gave him a quick look of wisdom and suspicion mingled.
The doctor was getting a very good amusement himself, and
quite entered into the matter. He waited for Daisy's answer.
It came diplomatically.
"Isn't everything good for something, sir?"
" 'Pon my word, I don't know," said the doctor. "My enquiry was for the grounds of your opinion, Daisy."
"It was not an opinion. I do not think I am old enough to have an opinion."
"What was it, Daisy?"
The doctor was still crouching down by the side of the rock, examining carelessly whatever he found there. Daisy looked at him, and waited, and felt at last that good manners required her to speak.
"You said, sir, that baskets were made to hold something."
"So your remark was an inference from mine."
"No, sir."
"Go on, Daisy."