"Must she be left here?"
"If she were out in the weather, I would move her," said the doctor; "not if she were under a barn that would shed the rain."
"What harm would it do?"
The doctor could not take it upon him to say.
"But I cannot be with her here," said Mrs. Randolph; "nor anybody else, that I can see."
"Juanita will take care of her," said the doctor. "Juanita is worth an army of nurses. Miss Daisy cannot be better cared for than she will be."
"Will you undertake the charge?" said Mrs. Randolph, facing round upon Daisy's hostess.
"The Lord has given it to me, madam, and I love to do my Lord's work," was Juanita's answer. She could not have given a better one, if it had been meant to act as a shot, to drive Mrs. Randolph out of the house. The lady waited but till the doctor had finished his directions which he was giving to the black woman.
"I don't see," then she said to her husband, "that there is anything to be gained by my remaining here any longer; and if we are to go, the sooner we go the better, so that Daisy may be quiet. Dr. Sandford says that is the best thing for her."
"Captain Drummond will see you home," said her husband. "I shall stay."