"Yes."
"Then I will be ready in a moment."
"Where are you going?" said her friend, stopping her.
"Only up stairs for a minute. I will be ready in two minutes,
Dr. Sandford."
"Stop," said the doctor, still detaining her. "I would rather not have you go upstairs. Your father is not quite well, and I want him kept quiet."
What a shadow came over Daisy's sunshine.
"Papa not well! What is the matter?"
"He does not feel quite like himself, and I wish him left in perfect repose."
"What is the matter with him, Dr. Sandford?"
Daisy's words were quiet, but the doctor saw the gathering woe on her cheek; the roused suspicion. This would not do to go on.