The trouble wore off before a little thought
of my poor friends at Magnolia. But the question came up again
at dinner.
"Daisy," said Mrs. Sandford, "did you ever have anything to do
with the Methodists?"
"No, ma'am," I said, wondering. "What are the Methodists?"
"I don't know, I am sure," she said, laughing; "only they are
people who sing hymns a great deal, and teach that nobody
ought to wear gay dresses."
"Why?" I asked.
"I can't say. I believe they hold that the Bible forbids
ornamenting ourselves."
I wondered if it did; and determined I would look, And I
thought the Methodists must be nice people.
"What is on the carpet now?" said the doctor. "Singing or
dressing? You are attacking Daisy, I see, on some score."
"She won't have her dress trimmed," said Mrs. Sandford.
The doctor turned round to me, with a wonderful genial
pleasant expression of his fine face; and his blue eye, that I
always liked to meet full, going through me with a sort of
soft power. He was not smiling, yet his look made me smile.
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