"I shall tire you.

Please put me on the floor and let me stand." "No--you cannot," said the doctor decidedly.

"Be a good child, Daisy.
Lay your head down and go to sleep again." And greatly to Daisy's astonishment the doctor's moustache brushed her lip.

Now Daisy had always thought to herself that she would never allow anybody that wore a moustache to kiss her; here it was done, without leave asked; and if the doctor was so independent of rules as that, she thought she had best not provoke him.

Besides, she remembered that her father must be tired with carrying her so long; and moreover, if Dr.
Sandford liked her well enough to kiss her, maybe he would not care for the trouble of holding her for a while.