The doctor was warm by this time. He sat down
on the moss beside her; and putting his arm under Daisy's
shoulders lifted her up, by way of waking her, speaking to her
at the same moment. But to his amusement, Daisy no sooner got
her eyes well open than she shook herself free of him, and sat
as demure as possible opposite to him on the moss.
"Dr. Sandford! — I believe — I got asleep," she said, in a
bewildered kind of way.
"How did you get _here_, Daisy?"
"I came here, sir."
"What for did you come here?"
Daisy looked troubled; glanced at the doctor's face, and then
rested her head on her hand.
"Who has been vexing you now?" said he at haphazard.
"I am not vexed," said Daisy, in the gentlest of all possible
tones.
"Tired?"
"I think I am tired."
"Honour bright, Daisy! — has not some one been vexing you?"
"I ought not to have been vexed," said Daisy, slowly.
"I will wager that you are wrong there, and that you ought to
have been vexed. Who was it, Daisy?"
"Never mind, please, Dr. Sandford! It is no matter at all
now."
She put her little hand confidingly in the doctor's as she
spoke, and looked very earnest. He could not resist her.
"I wish I had come sooner," he said.
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