It is good of you." "She is my patient, Mrs.Sandford." "Yes, yes; _im_patient would be the word with some young men." "I am glad you do not class me with such young men." "Well, no child ever gave less cause for impatience, I will say that.
Nor had more.

Poor child! How she looks at you every day when you come home! But I suppose you doctors get hard hearts." Dr.Sandford's lips curled a little into one of the smiles that Daisy liked, but he said nothing.
Daisy did look hard at her friend those days, but it was only when he came home.

So she was not expecting anything the next morning when he said to her, "Daisy--will you take a ride with me ?" Daisy looked up.

The doctor was sitting by the breakfast-table, poring over a newspaper.

Breakfast was done, and Daisy herself busy with a book.