"
"Yes, but everybody must apply it for himself," I said. "I was
only applying it for myself."
"And applying it for yourself, Daisy, is it to cut off for the
future — or ought it — all elegance and beauty? Must you
restrict yourself to mere 'comfort and respectability'? Are
fur and feathers for instance wicked things?"
He did not speak mockingly; Dr. Sandford never could do an
ungentlemanly thing; he spoke kindly and with a little
rallying smile on his face. But I knew what he thought.
"Dr. Sandford," said I, "suppose I was a fairy, and that I
stripped the gown off a poor woman's back to change it into a
feather, and stole away her blankets to make them into fur;
what would you think of fur and feathers then?"
There came a curious lightning through the doctor's blue eyes.
I did not know in the least what it meant.
"Do you mean to say, Daisy, that the poor people down yonder
at Magnolia want such things as gowns and blankets?"
"Some do," I said. "You know, nobody is there, Dr. Sandford,
to look after them; and the overseer does not care.
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