"I came here, sir."
"What for did you come here?"
Daisy looked troubled; glanced at the doctor's face, and then rested her head on her hand.
"Who has been vexing you now?" said he at haphazard.
"I am not vexed," said Daisy, in the gentlest of all possible tones.
"Tired?"
"I think I am tired."
"Honour bright, Daisy! has not some one been vexing you?"
"I ought not to have been vexed," said Daisy, slowly.
"I will wager that you are wrong there, and that you ought to have been vexed. Who was it, Daisy?"