"I must do all my work," I said. And I sat up now and put my feet to the floor, and put up my fallen-down hair, taking out my comb and twisting up the hair in some semblance of its wont.
"Your work here is done," said the doctor.
I finished doing up my hair and took a towel and wiped the drops of water and brandy from my face.
"Daisy, I know your face," said the doctor, anxiously; "and it has just the determined gentleness I used to see at ten years old. But you would yield to authority then, and you must now. And you will."
"When it is properly exerted," I said. "But it is not now, Dr. Sandford, and it will not be. I am perfectly well; and I am going to do my work."
"You fainted just now from very exhaustion."
"I am not exhausted at all. Nor even tired. I am perfectly well."
"I never knew you faint before."
"No," I said. "It is very disagreeable."
"Disagreeable!" said the doctor, half laughing, though thoroughly disturbed. "What made you do it, then?"