"It is going to be a hot day," he remarked to Juanita who attended upon him. "Keep her quiet. Do not let more than one other person be here at once. Say I order it."
"Will his honour say it to Miss Daisy's father and mother?"
"I shall not see them this morning. You are armed with my authority, Juanita. Nobody is to be here to talk and excite her; and only one at a time beside you. Have you got fruit for her? Let her live on that as much as she likes; and keep the house empty."
"I will tell papa—" said Daisy.
"How do you do?" said the doctor. It was the first question he had addressed to her; and the first attention he had given her otherwise than as a patient. Now the two looked at each other.
"I am better, a little, thank you," said the child. "May I ask something?"
"Ask it."
"Shall I be a long while here?"
"You will be a week or two—till your foot gets strong again."
"Will a week or two make it strong?"