"I see it, Daisy, when they do not speak it.

They shew it in various ways.

Besides, I know their habit of talking among themselves." "But papa, that is very bad." "What ?" "That poor people should feel so.

I am sure rich people are their best friends." Her father stroked her head fondly, and looked amused.
"They don't believe that, Daisy." "But _why_ don't they believe it, papa ?" said Daisy growing more and more surprised.
"I suppose," said Mr.Randolph rising, "they would be better satisfied if I gave them my horses and went afoot." A speech which Daisy pondered and pondered and could make nothing of.
They walked on, Mr.Randolph making observations and giving orders now and then to workmen.

Here a man was mowing under the shrubbery; there the gardener was setting out pots of greenhouse flowers; in another place there were holes digging for trees to be planted.