Her father had been very much hurt; quite well Daisy was assured of that.

He was too ill to see her, or too ill for her mother to like her to see him.

Daisy knelt down; she remembered she had a Father in heaven, but it seemed at first as if she was too broken hearted to pray.
Yet down there through the still moonlight she remembered his eye could see her and she knew he had not forgotten his little child.

Daisy never heard her door open; but it did once, and some time after it did again.
"I do not know what to do--" said Mrs.Sandford down stairs.

There the lamps made a second bright day; and the two gentlemen were busy over the table with newspapers and books.