Benoit, wondering at
this speech.
"Yes," said Daisy. "Mr. Dinwiddie is gone; and now Captain
Drummond. I have got hardly anybody left."
"Was Mr. Dinwiddie Miss Daisy's friend?"
Such a bright, warm, glad flash of a smile as Juanita got in
answer! It spoke for the friendship on one side.
"But he is gone," said Daisy. "I wish I could see him again.
He is gone, and I never shall!"
"Now, Miss Daisy, you will lie still and be quiet, my love,
until somebody else comes. The doctor says that's the way.
]Mr. Dinwiddie is about his Master's work, wherever he is; and
you want to do the same."
"How can I, Juanita, lying here? I cannot do anything."
"Does my love think the good Lord ever give His servants no
work to do for Him?"
"Why _here_, Juanita — I can only lie here and be still. What
can I do?"
"My love pray the dear Master to show her; and now not talk
just now." Daisy lay still.
The next comer was the doctor. He came while the morning was
still early; made his examinations; and Daisy made hers. He
was a very fine-looking man, Thick locks of auburn hair,
thrown back from his face; a noble and grave countenance; blue
eyes, keen and steady; and a free and noble carriage; there
was enough about Dr.
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