"Yes," said Daisy. "Mr. Dinwiddie is gone; and now Capt. Drummond. I have got hardly anybody left."
"Was Mr. Dinwiddie Miss Daisy's friend?"
Such a bright, warm, glad flash of a smile as Juanita got in answer! It spoke for the friendship on one side.
"But he is gone," said Daisy. "I wish I could see him again. He is gone, and I never shall!"
"Now Miss Daisy, you will lie still and be quiet, my love, until somebody else comes. The doctor says that's the way. Mr. Dinwiddie is about his Master's work, wherever he is; and you want to do the same?"
"How can I, Juanita, lying here? I cannot do anything."
"Does my love think the good Lord ever give his servants no work to do for him?"
"Why here, Juanita—I can only lie here and be still. What can I do?"
"My love pray the dear Master to shew her; and now not talk just now."
Daisy lay still. The next comer was the doctor. He came while the morning was still early; made his examinations; and Daisy made hers. He was a very fine-looking man. Thick locks of auburn hair, thrown back from his face; a noble and grave countenance; blue eye keen and steady; and a free and noble carriage; there was enough about Dr. Sandford to engage all Daisy's attention and interest. She gave him both, in her quiet way; while he looked not so much at her as at her condition and requirements.