"Papa — I am ready. He may look now."
Juanita removed the covering from the foot, and the doctor
stepped forward. Daisy's eyes rested on him, and she saw
gratefully a remarkably fine and pleasant countenance. Mrs.
Randolph's eyes rested on the foot, and she uttered an
exclamation. It was the first word she had uttered. Everybody
else was still, while the doctor passed his hands over and
round the distressed ankle and foot, but tenderly, and in a
way that gave Daisy very little pain. Then he stepped back and
beckoned Juanita to a consultation. Juanita disappeared, and
Dr. Sandford came up to Mr. Randolph, and spoke in a low tone.
Then Mr. Randolph turned again to Daisy.
"What is it, papa?" asked the child.
"Daisy, to make your foot well, Dr. Sandford will be obliged
to do something that will hurt you a little — will you try and
bear it? He will not be long about it."
"What is the matter with my foot, papa?"
"Something that the doctor can set right in a few minutes — if
you will try and bear a little pain."
A little pain! And Daisy was suffering so much all the while!
Again her lip trembled.
"Must he touch me, papa?"
"He must touch you."
Daisy's hands were clasped to her face again for a minute;
after that she lay quite still and quiet.
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