She did so very often, with a sorrowful eye.

Daisy's attitude bespoke her intentness; the child's heart was wound up to such a pitch of expectation that eye and ear were for nothing else.

She sat bending both upon the road by which she looked for the doctor to come; her little figure did not stir; her head rested slightly on her hand with a droop that spoke of weariness or of weakness.

So she sat looking down the road, and the sweet October light was all over her and all around her.

Mrs.Sandford watched her, till the light lost its brightness and grew fair and faint, and then began to grow dim.