Daisy looked up and smiled at him.

But yet it was a meek smile, and sad even in its composed denial of any notion of reward.

Not satisfactory to the doctor.
"I always repay anybody that does me any service," he went on.
"Ought one always to do that ?" said Daisy.
"What is your judgment ?" "I think _everybody_ could not." "Why not ?" "Some people have nothing to pay with,--for things that are done for them." "I do not believe that." "_Some_ people, Dr.Sandford ?" "Whom do you know in that condition--for instance ?" "Why, I--for instance." "You! What cannot you pay for ?" "A great many things," said Daisy slowly.

"Hardly any thing.

I am only a child." "How is it about Molly Skelton?
Does she pay you for the various attentions she receives from you ?" "Pay me, Dr.Sandford! I do not want pay." "You are very unlike me, then," said the doctor; "that is all I have to say." "Why Dr.Sandford, what pay could she give me ?" "Don't you get any, then ?" "Why no, sir," said Daisy, eagerly answering the doctor's blue eye.
"Except--yes, of course, I get a sort of pay; but Molly does not--yes she _does_ give it to me; but I mean, she does not mean to pay me." The doctor smiled, one of those rare pleasant smiles, that shewed his white teeth in a way that Daisy liked; it was only a glimmer.
"What sort of pay is that ?--which she gives, and does not mean to give, and you take and do not ask for ?" "O!--_that_ sort of pay!" said Daisy.