"What are you going to do to-night, papa?" she said when the orange was finished and he stood looking at her.
"Stay here with you."
"But papa, how can you sleep?"
"I can do without sleeping, if it is necessary. I will take a chair here in the doorway, and be near if you want anything."
"O shall not want anything, papa, except what Juanita can give me."
He stood still watching her. Daisy looked up at him with a loving face; a wise little face it always was; it was gravely considerate now.
"Papa, I am afraid you will be uncomfortable."
"Can nobody bear that but you?" said Mr. Randolph, stooping down to kiss her.
"I am very happy, papa," said the child placidly; while a slight tension of her forehead witnessed to the shooting pains with which the whole wounded limb seemed to be filled.
"If Mr. Randolph pleases—" said the voice of Juanita,—"the doctor recommended quiet, sir."