"He was riding this morning; his horse took him under the low bough of a tree, and his head got a severe blow. That is all the matter."
"Was papa thrown?" said Daisy under her breath.
"I believe he was. Any horseman might be unseated by such a thing."
Daisy again was mute, and again the doctor found himself obliged to answer the agony of her eyes.
"I do not think he is in much, if any, pain, Daisy; but I want him to be still for a while. I think that is good for him; and it would not be good that you should disturb him. Your mother is there, and that is enough."
Daisy stood quite still for a few minutes. Then making an effort to withdraw herself from the doctor's arm she said,
"I will not go into the room—I will not make any noise."
"Stop! Daisy, you must not go up stairs. Not this morning."
She stood still again, grew white and trembled.
"As soon as I think it will do him good to see you, I will let you into his room. Now, shall we send June up for anything you want?"