If I was a really quite unselfish little girl I'd go and live in a dungeon, but I couldn't do it--I couldn't, really." Whatever Poppy was, she was practical--she wasted no time trying to find out what Daisy meant, but bringing some cold water, she bathed the child's face and hands, and then she made her take a drink of milk, and finally, she lifted her off the sofa, and sitting down in an arm-chair, took her in her arms, and laid her head on her breast.
"There now, pretty little dear, you're better, aren't you ?" "My body is better, thank you, Poppy--I like to feel your arms holding me very tight.

My mind will never, never be well again, dear Poppy." "Would it ease it to unburden ?" said Poppy.

"Sometimes it's a wonderful soother to speak out about what worries one.

At Aunt Flint's I used to let fly my worries to the walls for want of a better confidant.

You think over about unburdening to me, Miss Daisy.