You
would have said she was a real guardian angel of somebody, who
was playing his game not to please her."
"I am glad it is over!" said Mrs. Randolph. "I am tired of it
all." And she walked off.
So did Mr. Randolph, but as he went he was thinking of Daisy's
voice and her words — "There is joy among the angels of heaven
whenever anybody grows good."
CHAPTER XXXVII.
AN ACCIDENT.
It was growing late in the fall now. Mrs. Randolph began to
talk of moving to the city for the winter. Mr. Randolph more
than half hinted that he would like as well to stay where he
was. But his wife said that for Daisy's sake they must quit
Melbourne, and try what new scenes, and lessons, and dancing
school would do for her. "Not improve the colour in her
cheeks, I am afraid," said Mr. Randolph; but, however, he did
not oppose, and Mrs. Randolph made her arrangements.
It was yet but a day or two after the tableaux, when something
happened to disturb her plans. Mr. Randolph was out riding
with her, one fine October morning, when his horse became
unruly in consequence of a stone hitting him; a chance stone
thrown from a careless hand. The animal was restive, took the
stone very much in dudgeon, ran, and carrying his rider under
a tree, Mr.
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