Absolutely, the sober, sober little face had forgotten its care, and the eyes were alight with intelligence and curiosity, and the lips were unbent in good honest laughter.

The doctor raised himself up to a sitting posture.
"What do you call those grey and brown patches of colour that hide your rock all over ?" "Grey and brown ?" said Daisy wistfully--"those are just the colours of the rock, aren't they ?" "No.

Look close." "Why, Dr.Sandford, what is it?
It is not the rock--some of it is not--but here is a spot of yellow that is nothing else, I think." "You must learn not to trust your eyes, Daisy.

That is something that grows; it is not rock; it is a vegetable.

If I had my pocket lens here I would shew you; but I am afraid--yes, I have left it at home." "Why it is!" cried Daisy.