In two minutes the doctor came up with it.

It was Daisy, fast asleep on her moss bed behind the rock.
Her head lay on her arm which was curled up under it; and profound slumber had left the little pale face as serene as usual.

The doctor was warm by this time.

He sat down on the moss beside her; and putting his arm under Daisy's shoulders lifted her up, by way of waking her, speaking to her at the same moment.

But to his amusement, Daisy no sooner got her eyes well open than she shook herself free of him, and sat as demure as possible opposite to him on the moss.
"Dr.Sandford!--I believe--I got asleep," she said in a bewildered kind of way.
"How did you get _here_, Daisy ?" "I came here, sir." "What for did you come here ?" Daisy looked troubled; glanced at the doctors face, and then rested her head on her hand.
"Who has been vexing you now ?" said he at haphazard.
"I am not vexed," said Daisy in the gentlest of all possible tones.
"Tired ?" "I think I am tired." "Honour bright, Daisy!--has not some one been vexing you ?" "I ought not to have been vexed," said Daisy slowly.
"I will wager that you are wrong there, and that you ought to have been vexed.