The doctor waited.
"It was about the little girl."
"Very well. Go on, Daisy." He took up his cup of tea now and
began to sip it.
Poor Daisy! She had never been more bewildered in her life.
"What about the little girl?"
"Mamma — doesn't want me to teach her."
"Is it so favourite an amusement?"
"No, sir —" said Daisy, hesitatingly.
"Was that all the trouble?"
"No, sir."
The doctor sipped his cup of tea, and looked at Daisy. He did
not say anything more; yet his eyes so steadily waited for
what further she had to say, that Daisy fidgeted; like a
fascinated creature, obliged to do what it would not. She
could not help looking into Dr. Sandford's face, and she could
not withstand what she saw there.
"Dr. Sandford," she began in her old-fashioned way, "you are
asking me what is private between my mother and me."
"Nothing is private from your physician, Daisy. I am not Dr.
Sandford; I am your physician."
"But you are Dr. Sandford to mamma."
"The business is entirely between you and me."
Daisy hesitated a little longer, but the power of fascination
upon her was irresistible.
"I was sorry not to teach the little girl," she said at
length; "but I was particularly troubled because — because —"
"Mrs.
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