Juanita went to have the door open; and the lady swept in. Mr.
Randolph was behind her. She came to Daisy's side and the mother and
child looked at each other; Daisy with the tender, wistful eyes of last
night, Mrs. Randolph with a vexed air of dissatisfaction. Yet after
looking at her a moment she stooped down and kissed Daisy. The child's
eye went to her father then. Mrs. Randolph stood in his way; he came
round to the head of the couch, behind Daisy, and bent over her.
"Papa, I can't see you there."
"You can feel, Daisy--" said Mr. Randolph, putting his lips to her face.
"How do you do?"
"This is a most maladroit arrangement of Capt. Drummond's!" said the
lady. "What can we do to rectify it? A most stupid place for the child
to be."
"She will have to bear the stupidity--and we too. Daisy, what would you
like to have to help it along?"
"Papa, I am not stupid."
"You will be, my little daughter, I am afraid, before the weeks are
over. Will you have June come to be with you?"
"Papa," said Daisy slowly,--"I think it would not be considerate."
"Are you comfortable?" said Mr.
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