You are under my care," said the doctor. Then
after a minute, he added, in a lower tone, "What have you been
shedding tears about to-day?"
Daisy's face looked intensely grave; wise and old beyond her
days, though the mouth was also sweet. So she faced the
doctor, and answered him with the sedateness of fifty years —
"I can't very well tell you, Dr. Sandford."
"You have been shedding tears to-day?"
"Yes, sir —" said Daisy, softly.
"A good many of them? You have been lying here with your face
to the window, crying quietly, a good part of the afternoon —
have you not?"
"Yes, sir," said Daisy, wondering at him.
"Now, I am your physician, and must know what was the matter."
"It is something I cannot tell about, Dr. Sandford."
"Yes, Daisy, you are mistaken. Whatever concerns you, concerns
me; if it is the concern of nobody else. Were you tired of
lying here so long, day after day?"
"Oh, no, sir! I don't mind that at all. I mean — I don't mind
it at all, much."
"You do not?" said the doctor. "Have you lost a pet kitten, or
a beloved lap-dog?"
"I haven't any, either a kitten or a dog," said Daisy.
"Has that young cavalier, Preston Gary, neglected you?"
"He would not do that," said Daisy; "but he is very fond of
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