He sat down gently by the humble little bed, and when the child moaned and tossed in her sleep he laid his cool hand on her forehead.

That hand had a magnetic effect--even in her sleep Daisy seemed to know it.

She murmured, "The Prince, has he come ?" and a moment after she opened her dark blue eyes and fixed them on Noel, while a very faint smile flitted across her little face.
"You have come at last, Mr.Prince.I am very, very glad; I have wanted you," she said.
"I have wanted you, Daisy; I have been looking for you everywhere.

I have been in great trouble about you," answered Noel, in his gentlest tones.
"Have you ?" said little Daisy; "I am sorry you have been in trouble.
Do you know that Primrose came to-day and I could not see her?
I can see you, but not Primrose.

Please let me hold your hand.