Dr.Sandford rarely laughed.

And there was nothing mocking about his smile now, though I have used the word "curl;" it was merely what Daisy considered a very intelligent and very benign curve of the mouth.
Indeed she liked it very much.
"Have you seen the offending party since that time, Daisy ?" "Yes, sir." "And did you feel no return of displeasure ?" "No, sir." There was something so exceedingly sweet in Daisy's expression of face, so unruffled in its loving calm and assurance, that Dr Sandford received quite a new impression in his views of human character.
"I shall have an account to settle with that young Preston one of these days," he remarked as he took Daisy's little form in his arms.
"O he did nothing!" said Daisy.

"It wasn't Preston at all.

He had nothing to do with it!" "He had not ?" said the doctor.
"Not at all; nor any other boy." "Beyond my management, then!" said the doctor; and he moved off.

He had stood still to say that word or two; Daisy's arm was round his neck to help support herself; the two looked into each other's faces.