"
Daisy said nothing now, but the speech of her silent face was
so eloquent that the doctor found it expedient to go on.
"He was riding this morning; his horse took him under the low
bough of a tree, and his head got a severe blow. That is all
the matter."
"Was papa _thrown?_" said Daisy, under her breath.
"I believe he was. Any horseman might be unseated by such a
thing."
Daisy again was mute, and again the doctor found himself
obliged to answer the agony of her eyes.
"I do not think he is in much, if any, pain, Daisy; but I want
him to be still for a while. I think that is good for him; and
it would not be good that you should disturb him. Your mother
is there, and that is enough."
Daisy stood quite still for a few minutes. Then making an
effort to withdraw herself from the doctor's arm, she said, "I
will not go into the room — I will not make any noise."
"Stop! Daisy, you must not go upstairs. Not this morning."
She stood still again, grew white and trembled.
"As soon as I think it will do him good to see you, I will let
you into his room. Now, shall we send June up for anything you
want?"
"I think, Dr. Sandford," said Daisy, struggling for
steadiness, "I will not go away from home.
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