You advised me to ask leave to go to see her, and I did, and I got it." Daisy's words were a little undertone; the look that went with them the doctor never forgot as long as he lived.

His questions about the festivities she had answered with a placid, pleased face; pleased that he should ask her; but a soft irradiation of joy had beamed upon the fact that the poor cripple was making a great step upwards in the scale of human life.

The doctor had not forgotten his share in the permission Daisy had received, which he thought he saw she suspected.

Unconsciously his arm closed upon the little figure it held and brought her nearer to him; but his questions were somehow stopped.

And Daisy offered no more; she stood quite still, till a movement at the table seemed to call for her.