I knew it perfectly
well; while I sought out the simplest and prettiest dark small
plaid I could find.
"Do you like these things better?" the doctor asked me
privately.
"No, sir," I said.
"Then why come here, Daisy? Pardon me, may I ask?"
"I have other things to get, Dr. Sandford," I said low.
"But, Daisy!" said the doctor, rousing up, — "I have performed
my part ill. You are not restricted — your father has not
restricted you. I am your banker for whatever sums you may
need — for whatever purposes."
"Yes," I said; "I know. Oh no, I know papa has not restricted
you; but I think I ought not to spend any more. It is my own
affair."
"And not mine. Pardon me, Daisy; I submit."
"Dr. Sandford, don't speak so!" I said. "I don't mean that. I
mean, it is my own affair and not papa's."
"Certainly, I have no more to say," said the doctor, smiling.
"I will tell you about it," — I said; and then I desired the
shopman to cut off the dress I had fixed upon; and we went up
stairs to look for cloaks; I feeling hot and confused and half
perplexed.
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