"As you please," remarked Daisy. "Only it seems I have all the trouble while you have the fun. Think of her screeching and raving over her dying horse, and I'll have done it all—all."
"The horse is not to die," said Henrietta.
"Well, I suppose you do not mind his being made ill?"
"No, I don't mind that. I don't mind giving her a fright."
"Well, then, let me go off, for goodness' sake."
Daisy dashed up the avenue and arrived at Mrs. Haggarty's. As she expected, Nurse Duncom was there. She was a remarkably nice-looking young woman, and all the people in the place adored her. The bandaging of the leg had taken place, and she was just leaving the cottage, when she saw Daisy.
"Why, Miss Mostyn, is anything wrong? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Oh, nothing really wrong," said Daisy; "only I don't want to frighten father. He loves me so much. I suffer at night from such horrible pains in my tummy-tum, and I found in dear mother's old medicine cupboard a little bottle of laudanum. Do you think I might take a few drops?"
"I don't think you ought to take any," said Nurse Duncom. "It is a very dangerous medicine, and I should not dream of ordering it for you. You could have peppermint or something harmless of that sort."
"But, please, would three drops kill me?"