"You can feel, Daisy " said Mr. Randolph, putting his lips to her face. "How do you do?"
"This is a most maladroit arrangement of Captain Drummond's!" said the lady. "What can we do to rectify it? A most stupid place for the child to be."
"She will have to bear the stupidity and we too. Daisy, what would you like to have to help it along."
"Papa, I am not stupid."
"You will be, my little daughter, I am afraid, before the weeks are over. Will you have June come to be with you?"
"Papa," said Daisy, slowly, "I think it would not be considerate."
"Are you comfortable?" said Mr. Randolph, smiling, though his looks expressed much concern.
"No, papa."
"What is the matter?"
"It is hot, papa; and my leg aches; not so much as it did last night sometimes; but it aches."