"Warm?" said he. "Look here, Daisy!"
"Well, what in the world is that?" I said laughing. "A little
mud or earth is all that I can see."
"Ah, your eyes are not good for much, Daisy — except to look
at."
"Not good for much for _that_," I said, amused; for his eyes
were bent upon the earth in his hand.
"I don't know" — said he, getting up on the rock beside me and
sitting down. "I used to find strange things in them once. But
this is something you will like, Daisy."
"Is it?"
"If you like wonderful things as well as ever."
"Oh, I do!" I said. "What is it, Dr. Sandford?"
He carefully wrapped up his treasure in a bit of paper and put
it in his pocket; then he cut down a small hickory branch and
began to fan me with it; and while he sat there fanning me he
entered upon a lecture such as I had never listened to in my
life. I had studied a little geology of course, as well as a
little of everything else; but no lesson like this had come in
the course of my experience. Taking his text from the very
wild glen where we were sitting and the mountain sides upon
which I had been gazing, Dr.
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