And if there is such a place anywhere, people could not live in it, because they would have nothing to make fires with." Daisy considered.
"But Nora, I think it cannot be so.

I guess everything is made for some use.

Dr.Sandford told me yesterday what the use is of those queer brown leaves that grow upon rocks--you know--and the use of little mosses, that I never thought before were good for anything.

They are to begin to prepare a place on the rocks where things can grow." "Why, they grow themselves," said Nora.
"Yes, but I mean other things--ferns and flowers and other things." "Well, what is the use of _them_ ?" said Nora.
"O Nora--just think how pretty they are." "But prettiness isn't use." "I think it is," said Daisy; "and I dare say they have other uses that we do not know.

And I think, Nora, that God would not have taken such care to dress up the old rocks if the rocks were no good." "Did He do it ?" said Nora.
"Why, certainly.