"She does not know me, you know, sir," said Daisy, lifting to her friend a face that was beyond his comprehension, "and I do not think she was very well pleased to see me in her garden a little while ago."
"You have been in her garden, then?"
"Yes, sir."
"Daisy, will you excuse me for asking, why you should be on any terms whatever with Molly Skelton?"
"She is so unhappy, Dr. Sandford," Daisy said, looking up again.
"And do you think you can do anything to make her less unhappy?"
"I thought" Daisy did not look up now, but the doctor watching her saw a witnessing tinge that he knew coming about her eyelids, and a softened line of lip, that made him listen the closer, "I thought I might teach her something that would make her happy, if I could."
"What would you teach her, Daisy?"
"I would teach her to read perhaps I thought; if she would like me and let me."
"Is reading a specific for happiness?"