"Oh, I do not want any, Dr. Sandford!"
"Are you ready to go down?"
"No sir in a minute, I only want to brush my hair."
"Brush it, then."
Which Daisy did; then coming to her friend with a face as smoothly in order as the little round head, she repeated humbly, "I do not want anything, Dr. Sandford."
"Shall I carry you down?"
"Oh, no, sir."
"Come then. One way or the other. And Daisy, when we are down stairs, and when you come up again, you must obey my orders."
The supper-table was laid. Mrs. Sandford expressed delight at seeing Daisy come in, but it would maybe have been of little avail had her kindness been the only force at work. It was not. The doctor prescribed peaches and bread, and gave Daisy grapes, and a little bit of cold chicken; and was very kind, and very imperative too; and Daisy did not dare nor like to disobey him. She eat the supper, which tasted good when he made her eat it; and then was dismissed up stairs to bed, with orders to go straight to sleep. And Daisy did as she was told.