He was there before the library windows.
"Come here, Daisy.

What are you about ?" he said drawing her up in his arms.
"Nothing, papa." "How do you like doing nothing ?" "Papa, I think it is not at all agreeable." "You do! So I supposed.

What were you about yesterday afternoon ?" "I went to ride with Dr.Sandford." "Did that occupy the whole afternoon ?" "O no, papa." "Were you doing nothing the rest of the time ?" "No sir, not _nothing_." "Daisy, I wish you would be a little more frank.

Have you any objection to tell me what you were doing ?" "No, papa;--but I did not think it would give you any pleasure.

I was only trying to do something." "It would give me pleasure to have you tell about it." "I must tell you more then, papa." And standing with her arm on her father's shoulder, looking over to the blue mountains on the other side of the river, Daisy went on.
"There is a poor woman living half a mile from here, papa, that I saw one day when I was riding with Dr.Sandford.She is a cripple.