Do take her away!" The doctor went thoughtfully down stairs, and checking his first movement to go out of the front door, turned to the library.

Nobody was there; but he heard voices, and passed out upon the piazza.

Daisy's pony chaise stood at the foot of the steps; she herself had just alighted.
Preston was there too, and it was his voice the doctor had first heard, in anxious entreaty.
"Come, Daisy!--it's capital down at the river; and I want to shew you something." "I think I am tired now, Preston.

I'll go another time," said Daisy.
"Daisy, I want you now.

Come! come!--I want you to go now, this minute." "But I do not feel like a walk, Preston.