"How it must have been when?" said he, bending over Daisy's couch.
"You know, Dr. Sandford," she said, tenderly. "When He was on the cross and couldn't move "
Daisy gave way. She put her hands over her face. The doctor stood erect, looking at her; glanced his grave eyes at Mrs. Benoit, and at her again; then made a step towards Juanita.
"No excitement is permitted," he said. "You must keep her from it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Juanita said. But her face was all alight.
"Have you been reading some of those stories to her?"
"I have not been reading to her at all to-day, if his honour pleases."
"Daisy," said Dr. Sandford, coming back to the couch, "what put such thoughts into your head?"
"I felt so badly to-day." She spoke with her usual collectedness again.
"Well, try and not mind it. You will feel better in a day or two. Do you know when that happened that you were talking about?"