No more; but the doctor felt the slight little frame
tremble.
"Did you find comfort, Daisy?" he said, kindly. "I ask as your
physician; because if you are using wrong measures for that
end I shall forbid them. What were you doing to get comfort?"
"I did not want to go to sleep, sir."
"Daisy, I am going to carry you down to have some supper."
"Oh, I do not want any, Dr. Sandford!"
"Are you ready to go down?"
"No sir — in a minute, — I only want to brush my hair."
"Brush it, then."
Which Daisy did; then coming to her friend with a face as
smoothly in order as the little round head, she repeated
humbly, "I do not want anything, Dr. Sandford."
"Shall I carry you down?"
"Oh, no, sir."
"Come then. One way or the other. And Daisy, when we are down
stairs, and when you come up again, you must obey my orders."
The supper-table was laid. Mrs. Sandford expressed delight at
seeing Daisy come in, but it would maybe have been of little
avail had her kindness been the only force at work. It was
not. The doctor prescribed peaches and bread, and gave Daisy
grapes, and a little bit of cold chicken; and was very kind,
and very imperative too; and Daisy did not dare nor like to
disobey him.
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