Nor had more. Poor child! How she looks at you every
day when you come home! But I suppose you doctors get hard
hearts."
Dr. Sandford's lips curled a little into one of the smiles
that Daisy liked, but he said nothing.
Daisy did look hard at her friend those days, but it was only
when he came home. So she was not expecting anything the next
morning when he said to her, "Daisy — will you take a ride
with me?"
Daisy looked up. The doctor was sitting by the breakfast-
table, poring over a newspaper. Breakfast was done, and Daisy
herself busy with a book. So she only answered, "If you
please, Dr. Sandford."
"Where shall we go?"
Daisy looked surprised. "I supposed you had business, sir."
"So I have. I am going to visit a patient. Perhaps you would
like to make the visit with me."
"To one of your patients, Dr. Sandford?"
"Yes, one. Not more than one. But I think that one would like
to see you."
A light came into Daisy's face, and colour started upon her
cheeks, almost painfully.
"Dr. Sandford — do you mean—"
"I think so, Daisy," said her friend, quietly. "It will do no
harm, — if you are a good child."
He was so quiet, that it stilled Daisy's feeling, which else
might have been impetuous.
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