"What is the matter with my foot, papa?"
"Something that the doctor can set right in a few minutes if you will try and bear a little pain."
A little pain! And Daisy was suffering so much all the while!
Again her lip trembled.
"Must he touch me, papa?"
"He must touch you."
Daisy's hands were clasped to her face again for a minute; after that she lay quite still and quiet. Mr. Randolph kept his post, hardly taking his eye off her; Mrs. Randolph sat down where she had stood; behind the head of Daisy's couch, where her little daughter could not see her; and all the party indulged in silence. At length the doctor was ready, and came to the foot, attended by Juanita; and Mr. Randolph took one of Daisy's hands in his own. With the other the child covered her eyes, and so lay, perfectly still, while the doctor set the ankle-bone which had been broken. As the foot also itself had been very much hurt, the handling of necessity gave a great deal of pain, more than the mere setting of the broken bone would have caused. Mr. Randolph could feel every now and then the convulsive closing of Daisy's hand upon his; other than that she gave no sign of what she was suffering. One sign of what another person was feeling, was given as Dr. Sandford bound up the foot and finished his work. It was given in Juanita's deep breathed "Thank the Lord!" The doctor glanced up at her with a slight smile of curiosity. Captain Drummond would have said "Amen," if the word had not been so unaccustomed to his mouth.
Mrs. Randolph rose then, and inquired of the doctor what would be the best means of removing Daisy?
"She must not be moved," the doctor said.
"Not to-night?"
"No, madam; nor to-morrow, nor for many days."