It came diplomatically.
"_Isn't_ everything good for something, sir ?" "'Pon my word, I don't know," said the doctor.

"My enquiry was for the grounds of your opinion, Daisy." "It was not an opinion.

I do not think I am old enough to have an opinion." "What was it, Daisy ?" The doctor was still crouching down by the side of the rock examining carelessly whatever he found there.

Daisy looked at him and waited, and felt at last that good manners required her to speak.
"You said, sir, that baskets were made to hold something." "So your remark was an inference from mine ?" "No, sir." "Go on, Daisy." "I only said it, sir, because I knew it was true." There was an odd contrast between the extreme modesty of Daisy's manner and the positiveness of her words.
"It is said to be a great philosophical truth, Daisy; but what I want to know is how you, not being a philosopher, have got such firm hold of it ?" He faced Daisy now, and she gave way as usual before the searching blue eyes.

One soft look, and her eyes fell away.
"I only thought it.