"Is there nothing better than _this_ to be had?" said Mrs. Fish.
And her tone was indescribable.
"How long have we got to remain here, doctor?" said a more
cheery voice.
"Mrs. Stanfield, until the rain has come, and gone."
"It would be better to be out in it," whispered Theresa to her
mother.
"My love, there is no other shelter on this side the river."
"There will not be standing room for us all presently —" said
Eloise Gary.
Pretty nearly so; for when the second detachment of the party
arrived, in a minute more, people looked at each other across
a throng of heads. They got in; that was all. To sit down or
to move much was out of the question.
"Daisy, you can't have this big chair of yours in here," said
Ransom in an energetic whisper. "Don't you see there is no
room for it?"
Daisy saw there was very little. She got up patiently and
stood, though feeling very tired; while her chair was got out
of the door with a good deal of difficulty.
"Are you tired, my darling?" said her father, bending down to
the pale little face.
"A little, papa," said Daisy, sighing.
No more words, but Mr. Randolph lifted Daisy in his arms and
gave her a resting place there.
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