And there they sat down in a great state of mutual contentment.

Nora's feet were swinging about for very jollity.
But Daisy sat still.

Perhaps she was tired.

Nevertheless it could not be that which made her little face by and by take on it as profound an expression as if she had been looking over all Methuselah's years.
"Nora--" said Daisy, and stopped.
"What ?" said Nora, kicking her heels.
"You know that poor old crippled woman--what did you call her ?" "Molly Skelton ?" "Suppose you were in her place--what do you think you would wish for ?" "In her place!" said Nora.

"I should wish for everything." "Yes, but I mean, things that you could have." "I should wish some doctor would come and make me straight, the first thing; and then--" "No, Nora, but I mean, things that might be possible, you know.