But she was not
at all discouraged. Rather the contrary; seeing that certainly
her father was not displeased with her.
In all these days too, Mr. Randolph had ample time and chance
to observe Daisy's action which had so disturbed her mother at
meal times. Yet hitherto he had never spoken of it. In fact it
was so quietly done that often the moment escaped him; and at
other times, Daisy's manner so asked for a shield rather than
a trumpet, and the little face that looked up from being
covered with her hand was so bright and sweet, that perhaps
his heart shrank from saying anything that would change the
expression. At any rate, Daisy had been safe thus far.
Great preparations were making for the Silver Lake day.
Thursday it was to be. Wednesday evening, Dr. Sandford was at
Melbourne. Daisy was considering the arrangements of a little
packed basket of her own.
"Are you expecting to have a good time to-morrow, Daisy?" he
asked.
Daisy smiled as she said yes.
"But you will have to keep quiet. I shall not let you run
about like the rest."
"I can sit quiet and look at the lake," said Daisy; with so
absolutely contented a face, that the doctor smiled.
"But in parties of pleasure, do you know, my friend, it
generally happens that people cannot do what they expected to
do.
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