Let her energies work.

The very best thing for her is that they should find something to work upon, and receive no interruption." "What interrupted her this afternoon ?" "Conscience--as I understand it." "There is no dealing with Daisy's conscience, doctor," said Mr.Randolph with a smile.

"What _that_ says, Daisy feels herself bound to do." "Do not burden her conscience then," said the doctor.

"Not just now--till she gets stronger." "Where was she going this afternoon ?" Mrs.Randolph asked in her calm voice.
"On an errand of the most Utopian benevolence"-- "Having what for its object ?" "A miserable old crippled creature, who lives in a poor cottage about half a mile from your gate." "What was Daisy desiring to do, doctor ?" "Carry some comfort to this forlorn thing, I believe; whom nobody else thinks of comforting." "Do you know what shape the comfort was to take ?" "I think," said the doctor,--"I am not quite sure, but I think, it was a rose bush." Mr.Randolph looked at his wife and straightened himself up to a sitting posture.
"And what hindered her, Dr.Sandford ?" "I think, some understanding that she had not liberty to go on." "Very proper in Daisy," said Mrs.Randolph.
"That is your child who is wanting in docility," remarked Mr.Randolph.
"She might have remembered my orders before she got so far,"-- said the lady.
"I wish you would change the orders," said Dr.Sandford boldly.
"Not even to oblige you, doctor," said Mrs.Randolph.

"Daisy has an idea that the companions who are not fit for her are precisely the ones whom she should cultivate." "I think Daisy would state the question differently, however," Mr.
Randolph remarked.
"She has a tinge of the wildest fanaticism," Mrs.Randolph went on, dropping her work and facing the doctor.