He did not give her time to look at it, only he held it so that she saw what it was.
"You see that spoon, Daisy.

It cannot do anything.

But in your hand it might carry drops of comfort to somebody's lips." Daisy looked earnestly at the spoon, then at the bright eyes that were fixed on her; and taking his meaning, she smiled, a bright, satisfied smile.

It satisfied Mr.Dinwiddie too.

He wrapped up the spoon again, handed it to Nora, and rose up to make his adieus to Mr.Randolph.
"Daisy," whispered Nora, "this spoon is for you.