"I think Dr.
Sandford takes rather too much on himself."
"Did he take _you?_" said Mr. Randolph.
"Yes, sir, — when there was no occasion."
"Why, Ransom," said Daisy, "there was no one else to carry my
chair but Preston and you."
"Did Preston feel aggrieved?" asked his uncle.
"Certainly not, sir," replied the boy. "It was a pleasure."
"It was not Ransom's business," said Mrs. Randolph.
"I suppose it was not the doctor's business either," said Mr.
Randolph — "though he made it so afterwards."
"Oh, I dare say it was a pleasure to him, too," said Mrs.
Gary. "Really, the doctor did not take care of anybody
yesterday, that I saw, except Daisy. I thought he admired
Frederica Fish — I had heard so — but there was nothing of it.
Daisy was quite queen of the day."
Mr. Randolph smiled.
Ransom seemed to consider himself insulted. "I suppose that
was the reason," he said, "that she called me worse than a
dog, because I took a meringue from the dinner-spread."
"Did you do that, Daisy?" asked her mother.
"No, mamma," said Daisy, low. Her face had flushed with
astonishment and sorrow.
"You did," said Ransom. "You said just that."
"Oh, no, Ransom — you forget.
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