Daisy looked a little wistfully at her cousin. She said nothing. And Preston turned sharply, for he heard a soft rustle coming up the path, and was just in time to spring to the door and open it for his aunt.
"How insufferably hot!" was Mrs. Randolph's remark. "How do you do, Daisy?"
"I think she is bewitched to stay in banishment, aunt Felicia; she will have it she is not coming home."
Mrs. Randolph's answer was given to the doctor, who entered at the instant behind Preston.
"How soon can Daisy be moved, doctor?"
The doctor took a leisurely view of his little patient before he replied. "Not at present."
"How soon "
"If I think her fit for it, in a fortnight; possibly earlier."
"But that is, not till September!"
"I am afraid you are correct," said the doctor, coolly.