Came back to Mr.Randolph's face with an air of the disparaged business.
"It is not bad, driving." "No, I suppose not!" "Your little daughter likes business better than you do." A smile came over Mr.Randolph's face, a smile of much meaning.
"She likes it too well, doctor.

I wish I could infuse some degree of nonchalant carelessness into Daisy's little wise head." "We must deal with things as we find them," said the doctor.

"I met her this afternoon in the road, with a carriage-load of business on hand; but what was very bad for her, it was arrested business." "How do you mean ?" The doctor rose here to give his chair to Mrs.Randolph, who stepped out through the library window.

He fetched another for himself and went on.
"She was in the middle of the road, her chaise loaded with baskets and greenhouse plants, and with a general distribution of garden tools between herself and her outrider.

All in the middle of the road at a stand-still--chaise and pony and all,--and Daisy herself in particular.
I found it was an interrupted expedition, and invited Daisy to take a ride with me; which she did, and I got at the rationale of the affair.
And I come now to make the request, as her physician, not as her friend, that her expeditions may be as little interfered with as possible.