Your father is not quite well, and I want him kept quiet." What a shadow came over Daisy's sunshine.
"Papa not well! What is the matter ?" "He does not feel quite like himself, and I wish him left in perfect repose." "What is the matter with him, Dr.Sandford ?" Daisy's words were quiet, but the doctor saw the gathering woe on her cheek; the roused suspicion.

This would not do to go on.
"He has had a little accident, Daisy; nothing that you need distress yourself about; but I wish him to be quite quiet for a little." Daisy said nothing now, but the speech of her silent face was so eloquent that the doctor found it expedient to go on.
"He was riding this morning; his horse took him under the low bough of a tree, and his head got a severe blow.

That is all the matter." "Was papa _thrown_ ?" said Daisy under her breath.
"I believe he was.

Any horseman might be unseated by such a thing." Daisy again was mute, and again the doctor found himself obliged to answer the agony of her eyes.
"I do not think he is in much, if any, pain, Daisy; but I want him to be still for a while.

I think that is good for him; and it would not be good that you should disturb him.