There was mutual study; some mutual recognition.
"You must be a good child and try to bear it."
"Will you come and see me again?" said Daisy.
"Do you desire it?"
"You would not come unless it was necessary," said Daisy; "and
if it is necessary, I should like to have you."
The lips of the young man curled into a smile that was very
pleasant, albeit a little mocking in its character.
"I think it will be necessary, little one; but if I come to
see you, you must be under my orders."
"Well, I am," said Daisy.
"Keep still, then; do not talk to anybody any more than is
needful to relieve your impatience."
The doctor went away, and Daisy lay still musing. The morning
had gone on a little further, when carriage-wheels stopped at
the gate.
"There's mamma —" said Daisy.
It was very unconsciously on her part that the tone of these
two words conveyed a whole volume of information to Juanita's
keen wits. It was no accent of joy, like that which had
announced her father last night; neither was it fear or dread;
yet the indefinable expression of the two words said that
"mamma" had been a trouble in Daisy's life, and might be
again.
Juanita went to have the door open; and the lady swept in.
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