Randolph smiling, though his looks
expressed much concern.
"No, papa."
"What is the matter?"
"It is hot, papa; and my leg aches; not so much as it did last night
sometimes; but it aches."
"It is a cool, fresh morning," said Mrs. Randolph. "She is hot because
she is lying in this place."
"Not very cool, with the mercury at eighty-four before eight o'clock.
You are cool because you have been driving fast."
"Mr. Randolph, this is no proper place for the child to be. I am
convinced she might be moved with safety."
"I cannot risk the doctor's convictions against yours, Felicia. That
question must be given up."
"He says I am under his orders, papa."
"Undeniable, Daisy. That is true doctrine. What orders does he give
you?"
"To eat fruit, and keep quiet, papa. He says there must not be more than
one person here at a time, besides Juanita."
"I suppose he does not mean to forbid your mother," said Mrs. Randolph,
a good deal incensed. "I will see about that. Here, my good woman--where
are you?--Will you let your cottage to me for the time that this child
is confined here--and remove somewhere else yourself, that I may put the
people here I want about her?"
"Oh mamma!--" said Daisy.
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