" Truth to tell, as that portion
of Scripture is but small, they extended their reading
somewhat.
Daisy's first visitor the next day was her father. He came
with fresh flowers and fresh fruit, and with "Sandford and
Merton," too, in which he read to her; so the morning went
well.
"Papa," said Daisy, when he was about leaving her, "do you not
think Dr. Sandford is a very interesting man?"
"It is the general opinion of ladies, I believe, Daisy; but I
advise you not to lose your heart to him. I am afraid he is
not to be depended on."
"Oh, papa," said Daisy, a little shocked, "I do not mean that
he is a man one would get _fond_ of."
"Pray who do you think is, Daisy?" said Mr. Randolph,
maintaining his gravity admirably.
"Papa, don't you think Captain Drummond is — and —"
"And who, Daisy?"
"I was thinking — Mr. Dinwiddie, papa." Daisy did not quite
know how well this last name would be relished, and she
coloured a little apprehensively.
"You are impartial in your professional tastes, I am glad to
see," said Mr. Randolph. Then, observing how innocent of
understanding him was the grave little face of Daisy, he bent
down to kiss her.
"And you are unfortunate in your favourites.
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