"Is that woman—Molly Skelton—is she very poor, Dr. Sandford?"
"If to live on charity be poor. I do not suppose the neighbours let her suffer."
"Is she cross to everybody, Dr. Sandford?"
"She has the name of it, I believe, Daisy. I really do not remember whether she was cross to me or not."
"Then you know her?"
"Yes. I know everybody."
The family at Melbourne were found just taking their late tea as the doctor and Daisy entered. They were met with complaints of the heat; though Daisy thought the drawing room was exceeding pleasant, the air came in at the long windows with such gentle freshness from the river. The doctor took a cup of tea and declared the day was excellent if you only rode fifty miles through the heat of it.
"Coolness is coolness, after that," he said.
Daisy sat in a corner and wondered at the people. Hot? and suffocating1? she had no recollection of any such thing all day. How delicious it had been in that green dell under the walnut2 tree, with the grey squirrels!
"How has it been with you, Daisy?" said her aunt at last.
"Nice, aunt Gary."
Two or three people smiled; Daisy's favourite word came out with such a dulcet3 tone of a smooth and clear spirit. It was a syrup4 drop of sweetness in the midst of flat and acid qualities.
"It has been satisfactory, has it?" said her aunt, in a tone which did not share the character. "Come here, Daisy—I have got something for you. You know I robbed you a little while ago, and promised to try to find something to make amends5. Now come and see if I have done it. Preston, fetch that box here."
A neat wooden case of some size was brought by Preston, and set at his mother's feet. Mrs. Gary unlocked it, and went on to take out of its enveloping6 coverings a very elegant French doll; a real empress Eugenie. The doll's face was even modelled into some likeness7 to the beauty she was named after; a diadem8 sat gracefully9 on her head, and her robes were a miniature imitation of royalty11, but very exquisitely13 fashioned. Everybody exclaimed at the perfection of the beautiful toy, except Daisy herself, who stood quite still and quiet looking at it. Mrs. Gary had not done yet. The empress had a wardrobe; and such variety and elegance14 and finish of attire15 of all sorts rarely falls to the lot of a doll. A very large wardrobe it was, and every article perfectly16 finished and well made as if meant for actual wear. Mrs. Gary displayed her present; Daisy looked on, standing17 by her father's knee and with one hand resting on it.
"Have you nothing to say to express your pleasure, Daisy?"—This was
Mrs. Randolph's question.
Daisy at the word pronounced a sober "thank you, aunt Gary." But it was so very sober and passionless that Mrs. Randolph grew impatient.
"I do not hear you express any pleasure, Daisy," she said meaningly.
Daisy turned her face towards her mother with a doubtful look, and was silent.
"Speak!" said Mrs. Randolph.
"What, mamma?"
"Whatever you choose, to shew your sense of your aunt's kindness."
"Do not concern yourself, my dear," said her sister. "I am sorry if I have failed in meeting Daisy's taste—that is all."
"Daisy, speak, or leave the room"—said Mrs. Randolph.
"Mamma," said Daisy, pushed into a corner, "I would speak, but I do not know what to say."
"Tell your aunt Gary she has given you a great deal of pleasure."
Daisy looked again mutely at her mother, somewhat distressed18.
"Tell her so, Daisy!" Mrs. Randolph repeated in a tone of command.
"I cannot, mamma—" the child answered sorrowfully.
"Do you mean to tell your aunt that her exquisite12 present gives you no pleasure?"
"I did not intend to tell her so," Daisy answered in a low voice.
Another storm rising! Storms seemed to get up very easily in these days.
"My dear," said Mrs. Gary, "do not concern yourself. It is not of the least consequence, as far as I am concerned. Preston, remove this box. If Daisy chooses to receive it, perhaps it will find more favour at another time."
Mrs. Gary got up and moved off.
"Mr. Randolph, I will trouble you to dismiss Daisy," said his wife. "If she cannot behave properly she cannot be in the room with me."
Daisy was still standing with her hand on her father's knee. The other little hand came for a moment across her brows and rested there; but she would not cry; her lip did not even tremble.
"First let me understand," said her father; and he lifted Daisy on his knee kindly19. "Daisy, I never saw you uncivil before."
"Papa, I am very sorry—" said the child.
"Can you explain it?"
"Papa, I would have been civil if I could; but I had nothing to say."
"That is the very place where a person of good manners shews himself different from a person who has no manners at all. Good manners finds something to say."
"But, papa, there was nothing true."
"The doll gave you no pleasure?"
"No, papa," said Daisy low.
"And you felt no obligation for the thoughtfulness and kindness of your aunt in getting for you so elegant a present?"
Daisy hesitated and flushed.
"Daisy, answer," said her father gravely.
"No, papa,"—Daisy said low as before.
"Why not?"
"Papa," said Daisy with a good deal of difficulty and hesitation—"that is all passed—I do not want to say anything more about it."
"About what?"
"About—papa, I do not think mamma would like to have me talk about it."
"Go on, Daisy.—About what?"
"All that trouble we had, papa."
"What I want to know is, why you did not feel grateful for your aunt's kindness just now, which she had been at some pains to shew you."
"Papa," said Daisy wistfully,—"it was not kindness—it was pay; and I did not want pay."
"Pay? For what?"
"For my Egyptian spoon, papa."
"I do not understand what you are talking of, Daisy."
"No, papa," said Daisy; so simply shewing her wish that he should not as well as her knowledge that he did not, that Mr. Randolph could not forbear smiling.
"But I mean to understand it," he said.
"It was my old Egyptian spoon, papa; the doll was meant to be pay for that."
A little explanation was necessary in order to bring to Mr. Randolph's mind the facts Daisy referred to, the spoon itself and the time and occasion when it was bestowed22 on her.
"Did you give your Egyptian spoon to your aunt Gary?"
"I said she might have it, papa."
"Unwillingly23?"
"No, papa—willingly."
"In exchange for this doll?"
"O no, papa—not in exchange for anything. I did not want any exchange."
"If I remember, Daisy," said Mr. Randolph, "your aunt Gary desired to have that spoon the very day it was given to you; and I thought you did not wish she should have it?"
"No, papa—so I didn't."
"Your mind changed afterward24?"
"I do not think my mind changed," said Daisy slowly—"but I was willing she should have it."
"Daisy, this whole affair is a mystery to me yet. In this case, why was it not kind in your aunt to bestow21 this French doll upon you? it seems to me very kind."
"Yes papa—you do not understand."
"Make me understand. Daisy, I command you to tell me all that you have not told me. You need not think of anything now, except my command."
Daisy did, perhaps; for now her lip quivered slightly; and for a moment she hid her face in her father's bosom25. Mr. Randolph wrapped his arms round her and stooped his head to hear the story which Daisy was obliged to give. She gave it fully10, and he heard it quite through in silence. And he made no observation upon it when it was finished; he only asked her,
"Was there no resentment26 in your refusal of thanks to your aunt just now?"
"No, papa"—said Daisy; with too sweet and artless utterance27 for him to doubt her.
"But then, Daisy, we come back to the cause of your mother's displeasure. Good breeding requires that people should not be rude, even by silence."
"Papa, I did not know how to be polite with truth."
"You could have said you were very much obliged to your aunt."
"But, I was not, papa."
"Not obliged to her?"
"No, sir."
"But, Daisy, that is a civil form, of expression which it is usual to avail oneself of upon such occasions. It does not necessarily mean much."
"But, papa, would she not have thought I meant it, if I had said so?"
"Very likely. That is the polite advantage gained."
"But papa. I should have known that I did not mean it; and it would not have been true."
"This is getting to be too deep a question for you to discuss to-night—it is time for you to go to bed. But I cannot have you rude."
Daisy kissed her father, who had been extremely gentle and tender with her, and went off to her room. Mr. Randolph's brow looked moody28.
"Have you brought Daisy's ideas into order?" asked his wife, who had been engaged in conversation with Dr. Sandford.
"She has rather brought confusion into mine," said the gentleman.
"What is the matter?"
"Truth and Daisy, versus29 civility and the world. And it is not easy to make a child comprehend some of the fine distinctions we are accustomed to draw. White and black are very white and black, to such eyes, and no allowance is made for a painter's lights and shades."
"She must make allowance for what your eyes see," said Mrs. Randolph.
Mr. Randolph made no answer.
"Daisy is entirely30 changed," her mother went on,—"and is become utterly31 obstinate32 and unmanageable. Perfectly self-important too—she thinks there is no wisdom now but her own. I may thank you for it, Dr. Sandford."
"You do me too much honour," said the doctor.
"It is an honour you share with Mr. Dinwiddie."
"I did not know I shared anything with Mr. Dinwiddie."
"He has infected the child with a set of perfectly fanatical notions; and you persisted in keeping her under that creature's care, where they had time to grow strong."
"I will do all I can to repair mischief33 done," said the doctor. "Mrs. Benoit is a good nurse for the body and you will bear me witness it was for repairs of that I was called in. What is the other damage referred to?"
"Fanaticism34."
"Rather young for that disease to take deep root," said the doctor.
"Anything takes deep root in Daisy; whatever she takes up she holds to."
"I advise you to let her be fanatical then a little while longer," said the doctor, "till she has time to lay up some strength."
And the doctor took his departure.
"I am sure that is wise counsel, Felicia," Mr. Randolph said. But the lady made him no answer.
Ransom35 went off to school the next day, as his father had promised. Mrs. Randolph looked very gloomy; Mrs. Gary looked not otherwise; and Daisy thought the mental and social horizon foreboded stormy weather. But very happily, as it seemed to her, before dinner there was an arrival of some expected visitors, coming to stay for a time in the house. They had been desired as well as expected; there was a famous lady and a learned gentleman among them; and every eye and ear were taken up with attending to their words or waiting upon their movements. Daisy and her concerns were, she thought, forgotten.
She enjoyed the feeling of this for a little while; and then ordered her pony36 chaise. And presently you might have seen a little figure in a white frock come out upon the front steps, with a large flat on her head and driving gloves on her hands and in one of them a little basket. Down the steps she came and took her place in the chaise and gathered up the reins37. The black pony was ready, with another boy in place of Sam; nobody interfered38 with her; and off they went, the wheels of the little chaise rolling smoothly39 over the gravel20, Loupe in a gentle waddling40 trot41, and Daisy in a contented42 state of mind. It was very pleasant! Clear sunny air, yet not too hot, and the afternoon shadows beginning to make all things look lovely. Daisy took the way to the church, passed out upon the high road, and turned the pony's head in the direction which she had taken with Dr. Sandford the day before. She did not go quite so fast, however; so that it was a little time before she came in sight of the poor old house which she recognized as Molly Skelton's. Daisy drew the reins then and let Loupe walk slowly up a slight ascent43 in the road which led to it. But when the chaise was fairly opposite the house door, Daisy drew the reins still more and brought Loupe to a stand-still. She peered forth44 then anxiously to see if the poor old inmate45 of the house were to be seen anywhere.
As she looked, the house door opened; and with a very straitened and touched heart Daisy watched the crippled old creature come from within, crawl down over the door step, and make her slow way into the little path before the house. A path of a few yards ran from the road to the house door, and it was bordered with a rough-looking array of flowers. Rough-looking, because they were set or had sprung up rather confusedly, and the path between had no care but was only worn by the feet of travellers and the hands and knees of the poor inhabitant of the place. Yet some sort of care was bestowed on the flowers themselves, for no weeds had been suffered to choke them; and even the encroaching grass had been removed from trespassing46 too nearly on their little occupation of ground. The flowers themselves shot up and grew as they had a mind. Prince's feather was conspicuous47, and some ragged48 balsams. A few yellow marigolds made a forlorn attempt to look bright, and one tall sunflower raised its great head above all the rest; proclaiming the quality of the little kingdom where it reigned49. The poor cripple moved down a few steps from the house door, and began grubbing with her hands around the roots of a bunch of balsams.
Daisy looked a minute or two, very still, and then bade the boy hold her pony; while without troubling herself about his mystification she got out of the chaise, and basket in hand, opened the wicket and softly went up the path. The neat little shoes and spotless white dress were close beside the poor creature grubbing there in the ground before she knew it, and there they stood still; Daisy was a good deal at a loss how to speak. She was not immediately perceived; the head of the cripple had a three-cornered handkerchief thrown over it to defend it from the sun and she was earnestly grubbing at the roots of her balsam; the earth-stained fingers and the old brown stuff dress, which was of course dragged along in the dirt too, made a sad contrast with the spotless freshness of the little motionless figure that was at her side, almost touching50 her. Daisy concluded to wait till she should be seen, and then speak, though how to speak she did not very well know and she rather dreaded51 the moment.
It came, when in throwing her weeds aside a glance of the cripple saw, instead of stones and grass, two very neat and black and well shaped little shoes planted there almost within reach of her hand. She drew herself back from the balsam and looked sideways up, to see what the shoes belonged to. Daisy saw her face then; it was a bad face; so disagreeable that she looked away from it instantly to the balsams.
"What are you doing to your flowers?" she asked gently. The gentle little child voice seemed to astonish the woman, although after an instant she made surly answer,—
"Whose business is it?"
"Wouldn't it be easier," said Daisy, not looking at her, "if you had something to help you get the weeds up? Don't you want a fork, or a hoe, or something?"
"I've got forks," said the cripple sullenly52. "I use 'em to eat with."
"No, but I mean, something to help you with the weeds," said
Daisy—"that sort of fork, or a trowel."
The woman spread her brown fingers of both hands, like birds' claws, covered with the dirt in which she had been digging. "I've got forks enough," she said savagely—"them's what goes into my weeds. Now go 'long!—"
The last words were uttered with a sudden jerk, and as she spoke53 them she plunged54 her hands into the dirt, and bringing up a double handful cast it with a spiteful fling upon the neat little black shoes. Woe55 to white stockings, if they had been visible; but Daisy's shoes came up high and tight around her ankle, and the earth thrown upon them fell off easily again; except only that it lodged56 in the eyelet holes of the boot lacing and sifted57 through a little there, and some had gone as high as the top of the boot and fell in. Quite enough to make Daisy uncomfortable, besides that the action half frightened her. She quitted the ground, went back to her pony chaise without even attempting to do anything with the contents of her basket. Daisy could go no further with her feet in this condition. She turned the pony's head and drove back to Melbourne.

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