"
"Yes," said Daisy. "Oh!" — she exclaimed, suddenly, with a new
light breaking all over her face — but then she stopped.
"What is it, my love?"
"Nothing — only I am so glad now that my foot is hurt."
Juanita's thanksgiving rose to her lips again, but this time
she only whispered it; turning away, perhaps to hide the
moisture which had sprung to her eyes. For she understood more
of the case than Daisy's few words would have told most
people.
Meantime, Captain Drummond and his frisky horse had a ride
which was likely to make both of them remember that
thunderstorm. They reached Dr. Sandford's house; but then the
Captain found that the doctor was not at home; where he was,
the servant could not say. The only other thing to do seemed
to be to go on to Melbourne, and at least let Daisy have the
counsel of her father and mother. To Melbourne the Captain
drove as fast as his horse's state of mind would permit.
The drawing room was blazing with lights as usual, and full of
talkers.
"Hollo!" cried Gary McFarlane, as the Captain entered, — "here
he is. We had given you up for a fossil, Drummond — and no
idea of your turning up again for another thousand years.
Shouldn't have known where to look for you either, after this
storm — among the aqueous or the igneous rocks.
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