"Daisy — my darling —" said Mr. Randolph, when he was gone.
"Papa! —" came in a whisper.
"What is the matter?"
Daisy lifted her face from its resting-place and kissed, with
kisses that were like velvet, first one side of her father's
mouth, and then the other.
"Papa — Dr. Sandford told me I must keep quiet."
"Well, you shall," said Mr. Randolph. "That is right enough.
You shall keep quiet, and I will go to sleep."
So he did. But he did not loose his hold of Daisy; and she
lay, still as happiness could make her, with her head upon his
breast. She knew, she was conscious, that he must be very
feeble yet, to go to sleep in that way; but she was with him
again, and in his arms, and her heart was so full of joy that
it could do nothing but overflow in silent thanksgivings and
prayers. Daisy would not have stirred till he did, no matter
how long it might have been; but there came an interruption. A
door opened, and Mrs. Randolph appeared on the threshold, and
so soon as she saw Daisy, beckoned her to come to another
room. Mr. Randolph's arms had relaxed their hold somewhat, and
Daisy obeyed the signal, and left him.
Her mother wanted then to know all the story of her days at
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