She liked being under the doctor's care too, and his care of her was very thoughtful and kind.

He did not forget the little quiet mouse at his elbow; but after he had properly attended to the other people whose claims came first, he served her nicely with whatever was good for her.

Was Daisy going to omit her usual giving of thanks?
She thought of her mother's interference with a moment's flash of hesitancy; but resolved to go on just as usual.

She did not think she would be noticed, everybody was so busy; and at any rate there was a burden of gladness in her little heart that must speak.

While the talking and laughing and click of knives and forks was thick all around her, Daisy's little head bent in a moment's oblivion of it all behind her hand.
She had raised her head and just taken her fork in her fingers when she heard her own name.