Daisy felt in great need of consulting somebody; but Mrs.Sandford was busy, and so engaged that there was no chance for several hours.

Not indeed before the pony chaise came; and Daisy resolved then to wait no longer, but to do some other business first.
The news that she eagerly asked for from Melbourne was not much when she got it.

Sam knew little; he believed Mr.Randolph was better, he said; but his tone of voice was not very encouraging, and Daisy drove off to Juanita's cottage.

There was one person, she knew, who could feel with her; and she went with a sort of eagerness up the grassy pathway from the road to the cottage door, to get that sympathy.
Juanita was within, busy at some ironing.

The work fell from her hands and the iron was set down with an expression of pleasure as she saw Daisy come in.