"No matter. You are under my care," said the doctor. Then after a minute he added in a lower tone, "What have you been shedding tears about to-day?"
Daisy's face looked intensely grave; wise and old beyond her days, though the mouth was also sweet. So she faced the doctor and answered him with the sedateness of fifty years—"I can't very well tell you, Dr. Sandford."
"You have been shedding tears to-day?"
"Yes, sir—" said Daisy softly.
"A good many of them? You have been lying here with your face to the window, crying quietly, a good part of the afternoon—have you not?"
"Yes, sir," said Daisy, wondering at him.
"Now I am your physician and must know what was the matter."
"It is something I cannot tell about, Dr. Sandford."
"Yes, Daisy, you are mistaken. Whatever concerns you, concerns me; if it is the concern of nobody else. Were you tired of lying here so long, day after day?"
"O no, sir! I don't mind that at all. I mean—I don't mind it at all much."