Come, Daisy! It is hard, but it is less hard after all than it would be for you to wander about here; and much better." Daisy in her extremity sunk her head on the doctor's shoulder, and so remained, motionless, for more minutes than he had to spare.

Yet he was still too, and waited.

Then he spoke to her again.
"I will go," said Daisy.
"You wanted something first ?" "I did not want anything but to change my gloves.

It is no matter." Very glad to have gained his point, the doctor went off with his charge; drove her very fast to his own home, and there left her in Mrs.
Sandford's care; while he drove off furiously again to see another patient before he returned to Melbourne.
It was a long day after that to Daisy; and so it was to Mrs.Sandford.
Nora Dinwiddie was no longer with her; there was nobody to be a distraction or a pleasure to the grave little child who went about with such a weird stillness or sat motionless with such unchildlike quiet.
Mrs.Sandford did not know what to do; but indeed nothing could be done with Daisy.

She could not be amused or happy; she did not wish Nora were there; she could only keep patient and wait, and wait, with a sore, straining heart, while the hours passed and Dr.Sandford did not come and she had no tidings.