And there were
other people who needed all the money the other things would
have cost."
"What other people?" said the doctor. "As I am your guardian,
Daisy, it is proper for me to ask, and not impertinent."
I hesitated again. "I was thinking," I said, "of some of the
people I left at Magnolia."
"Do you mean the servants?"
"Yes, sir."
"Daisy, they are cared for."
I was silent.
"What do you think they want?"
"Some that are sick want comfort," I said; "and others who are
not sick want help; and others, I think, want a little
pleasure." I would fain not have spoken, but how could I help
it? The doctor brought his feet off the sofa and sat up and
confronted me.
"In the meantime," he said, "you are to be 'comfortable and
respectable.' But, Daisy, do you think your father and mother
would be satisfied with such a statement of your condition?"
"I suppose not," I was obliged to say.
"Then do you think it is proper for me to allow such to be the
fact?"
I looked at him. What there was in my look it is impossible
for me to say; but he laughed a little.
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