"But prettiness isn't use."
"I think it is," said Daisy; "and I dare say they have other uses that we do not know. And I think, Nora, that God would not have taken such care to dress up the old rocks if the rocks were no good."
"Did He do it?" said Nora.
"Why, certainly. He did everything, you know."
"Of course; but I thought they just grew," said Nora.
The children were silent a little, watching the squirrels.
Daisy began again abruptly.
"Nora, did you ever see that crippled woman that lives on the mill road a little way from our church?"
"Old Molly Skelton, do you mean?"
"I do not know what her name is she cannot walk; she creeps about as if she had no legs."
"I've seen her. Isn't she horrid?"