“I cannot let you do that.”

“I will,” said the doctor.  “Daisy being my charge as well as yours, gives me a right.”  And the transfer was actually made before Daisy was aware of it.  She waked up however, with a feeling of some change and a doubt upon her mind as to what custody she was in; but she was not sure, till the woman of the house lit a miserable dip candle, which threw a light that mocked the darkness over the weary company.  Daisy did not like the arrangement at all.

“Dr. Sandford!” she exclaimed.  “I shall tire you.  Please put me on the floor and let me stand.”

“No—­you cannot,” said the doctor decidedly.  “Be a good child, Daisy.  Lay your head down and go to sleep again.”

And greatly to Daisy’s astonishment the doctor’s moustache brushed her lip.  Now Daisy had always thought to herself that she would never allow anybody that wore a moustache to kiss her; here it was done, without leave asked; and if the doctor was so independent of rules as that, she thought she had best not provoke him.  Besides, she remembered that her father must be tired with carrying her so long; and moreover, if Dr. Sandford liked her well enough to kiss her, maybe he would not care for the trouble of holding her for a while.  At any rate Daisy submitted peaceably to the necessity; put her arm over the doctor’s shoulder to support herself and laid her head down; though not to sleep.  She watched everything that was going on now.  What a roomful of weary and impatient people they were! packed like cattle in a pen, for closeness; and how the rain poured and beat outside the house!  The shelter was something to be thankful for, and yet how unthankful everybody looked.  Some of the gentlemen shewed calm fortitude under their trials; but the poor ladies’ chagrined faces said that days of pleasure were misnamed.  Alexander Fish had gone to sleep; Ransom looked cross; Preston as usual gentlemanly, though bored.  From one to another Daisy’s eye roved.  Nora and Ella were sitting on the table; in full confab.  Other people were sitting there too; the table was full.

“The storm is slackening—­” Mr. Randolph remarked to the doctor.

“It will be over in a little while more.”

“What do you think of it, Daisy?” said her father noticing her look.

“Of what, papa?”

“Parties of pleasure in general.”

“Papa,—­I have had a very nice time.”

“You have had a nice sleep,” said her father laughing; “and that colours your views of things.  The rest of us have not had that advantage.”

“Daisy, I am surprised to hear you say what you do,” the doctor remarked as Mr. Randolph turned away.  He spoke softly.

“Why, sir?”

“I thought your day had not been altogether agreeable?”

“Do you think anything is apt to be altogether agreeable, Dr. Sandford?” Daisy said, with a demure waiving of the subject which was worthy of much older years.  The quaintness of this remark was infinite.