"
"Oh, doctor!" exclaimed Preston. "Why, at that rate, she
cannot go to Silver Lake at all!"
"Does she want to go very much?" said the doctor. The question
was really put at Daisy's face, and answered by a little flush
that was not a flush of pain this time. He saw what a depth of
meaning there was in it; what a charm the sound of Silver Lake
had for Daisy. No wonder, to a little girl who had lain for so
many weeks looking out of one window, where there was not much
to be seen, either.
"Who is going, Daisy?" said the doctor.
"Mamma means to make up a large party — I do not know exactly
who."
"Then I think I can promise that you shall go too. You may
count upon me for that."
Daisy's eyes shone and sparkled, but she said not a word.
Preston was less sagacious.
"Will you do something to make her foot strong, sir?" he
asked.
"When you have studied in my profession, you will know more
about a physician's powers," — was all the answer he got.
The doctor turned off to conversation with other people, and
Daisy was left to herself again. She was very happy; it was
very pleasant to lie there comfortably on the sofa, and feel
that her long imprisonment was over; it was amusing to look at
so many people together, after having for days and days looked
at only one; and the old wonted scene, the place and the
lights, and the flowers and the dresses, yes, and the voices,
gave her the new sense of being at home.
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