"Not to-night?"
"No, madam; nor to-morrow, nor for many days."
"Must she be left _here?_"
"If she were out in the weather, I would move her," said the
doctor; "not if she were under a barn that would shed the
rain."
"What harm would it do?"
The doctor could not take it upon him to say.
"But I cannot be with her here," said Mrs. Randolph; "nor
anybody else, that I can see."
"Juanita will take care of her," said the doctor. "Juanita is
worth an army of nurses. Miss Daisy cannot be better cared for
than she will be."
"Will you undertake the charge?" said Mrs. Randolph, facing
round upon Daisy's hostess.
"The Lord has given it to me, madam, — and I love to do my
Lord's work," was Juanita's answer. She could not have given a
better one, if it had been meant to act as a shot, to drive
Mrs. Randolph out of the house. The lady waited but till the
doctor had finished his directions which he was giving to the
black woman.
"I don't see," then she said to her husband, "that there is
anything to be gained by my remaining here any longer; and if
we are to go, the sooner we go the better, so that Daisy may
be quiet. Dr. Sandford says that is the best thing for her.
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