They were not content nor at rest.
"Can't you have patience and hope for other tidings to-morrow ?" "May I?
--" said Daisy.
"May you?
Certainly.

It was your mother's wish to send you here--not mine.

It was not needful; though if you could be content, I think it would be well." She looked a little relieved; very little.
"Now what are you doing?
Am I to have two patients on my hand in your family ?" "No, sir." "What are you doing then, up so late?
Watching the stars ?" "No, sir." "I am your physician--you know you must tell me everything.

What were you about, Daisy ?" "Dr.Sandford," said Daisy, in difficulty how to speak,--"I was seeking comfort." And with the word, somehow, Daisy's self-restraint failed; her head went down on the doctor's shoulder; and when she lifted it up there were two or three tears that needed to be brushed away.

No more; but the doctor felt the slight little frame tremble.
"Did you find comfort, Daisy ?" he said kindly.