"As soon as I think it will do him good to see you, I will let you into his room. Now, shall we send June up for anything you want?"
"I think, Dr. Sandford," said Daisy, struggling for steadiness, "I will not go away from home."
Her words were inexpressibly tender and sorrowful. The doctor was unrelenting.
"Your mother desired it."
"Did mamma? "
"Yes; she wished me to carry you home with me. Come, Daisy! It is hard, but it is less hard after all than it would be for you to wander about here; and much better."
Daisy in her extremity sunk her head on the doctor's shoulder, and so remained, motionless, for more minutes than he had to spare. Yet he was still too, and waited. Then he spoke to her again.
"I will go," said Daisy.
"You wanted something first?"
"I did not want anything but to change my gloves. It is no matter."