Until now, I had never had my fancy crossed by
anything I ever had to wear. The little grey dreadnought — how
would it go with my silk dresses? It was like what I had seen
other people dressed in; never my mother or me. Yet it was
perfectly fitting a lady's child, if she could not afford
other; and where was Margaret's cloak to come from? And who
had the best right? I pondered and debated, and then I told
Dr. Sandford I would have the grey coat. I believe I half
wished he would make some objection; but he did not; he paid
for the dreadnought and ordered it sent home; and then I began
to congratulate myself that Margaret's comfort was secure.
"Is that all, Daisy?" my friend asked.
"Dr. Sandford," said I, standing up and speaking low, "I want
to find — can I find here, do you think? — a good warm cloak
and dress for Margaret."
"For Margaret!" said the doctor.
"Yes; she is not used to the cold, you know; and she has
nothing to keep her comfortable."
"But, Daisy!" said the doctor, — "Sit down here again; I must
understand this.
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