Sandford's hands take hold of me. They put me
gently back in the chair from which I had risen.
"What is the matter, Daisy?" he said.
I would not speak, and he did not urge it; but I saw that he
watched me, till I gained command of myself again.
"Shall we go home now?" he asked.
"In a minute. Dr. Sandford, I do not think papa knows about
all this — I do not think he knows about it as I do. I am sure
he does not; and when he knows, he will think as I do."
"Or perhaps you will think as he does."
I was silent. I wondered if that could be possible, if I too
could have my eyes blinded as I saw other people's were.
"Little Daisy," said my friend the doctor, — "but you are
getting to be not _little_ Daisy. How old are you?"
"I shall be fourteen in June."
"Fourteen. Well, it is no wonder that my friend whom I left a
philosopher at ten years old, I should find a woman at
fourteen — but, Daisy, you must not take it on your heart that
you have to teach all the ignorant and help all the distressed
that come in your way; because simply you cannot do it.
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