The witnessing tinge came about Daisy's eyelids again.
"Dr.Sandford, if people tell you their private affairs, of course it is confidential ?" "Of course," said the doctor, without moving a muscle.
"Then I will tell you what I meant.

I am not good.

I am dressed well enough; but I have anger in my heart." Dr.Sandford did not say how much he was surprised; for Daisy looked as meek as a lamb.

But he was a philosopher, and interested.
"Then I am sure you have had reason, Daisy." "I think I had," said Daisy, but without looking less sorrowful.
"Do you not consider that one has a right to be angry when one has a reason ?" "But one shouldn't stay angry," said the child, folding her hands over her heart.
"How are you going to help it, Daisy ?" "There is a way, Dr.Sandford." "Is there?
But you see I am in the dark now.

I am as much abroad about that, as you were about a journey of three hundred years to the sun.
When I am angry I never find that I can help it.