"No, sir, but I think mamma is."
"You can bear to wait a little longer and study wonderful things from your window?"
"O yes, sir! I think I can do it better here than at home, because my bed is so close to the window, I can look right out."
"I shall not let you be moved just yet, Daisy. Good night. I will see—what's her name?"
"Harbonner—Hephzibah Harbonner."
"Good night."
And Daisy watched the doctor as he went down the path, mounted his horse and rode away, with great admiration; thinking how handsome and how clever and how chivalric he was. Daisy did not use that word in thinking of him; nevertheless his skilful nursing and his taking up her cause so effectually had made a great impression upon her. She was greatly comforted. Juanita, watching her face, saw that it looked so; there was even a dawning smile upon Daisy's lips at one time. It faded however into a deep gravity; and one or two long drawn breaths told of heavy thoughts.
"What troubles has my love?" said the old woman.
Daisy turned her head quick round from the window, and smiled a very sweet smile in her face.
"I was thinking, Juanita."