"Nora, did you ever hear Mr. Dinwiddie say that poor people disliked
rich people?"

"No. They don't dislike _him_, I know."

"Is Mr. Dinwiddie rich too?"

"Of course he is," said Nora.

"I shouldn't think anybody would dislike him," said Daisy; "but then he
never seemed like rich people." She went into a muse about it.

"Well, he is," said Nora. "He has got as much money as he wants, I
know."

"Nora, you know the parable of the servants and the talents?"

"Yes."

"Are you one of the good servants?"

Nora looked up very uneasily. Daisy's face was one of quiet inquiry.
Nora fidgeted.

"Daisy, I wish you would be like yourself, as you used to be, and not
talk so."

"But are you, Nora?"