Daisy's first visiter the next day was her father. He came with fresh
flowers and fresh fruit, and with "Sandford and Merton" too, in which he
read to her; so the morning went well.
"Papa," said Daisy when he was about leaving her, "do you not think Dr.
Sandford is a very interesting man?"
"It is the general opinion of ladies, I believe, Daisy; but I advise you
not to lose your heart to him. I am afraid he is not to be depended on."
"O papa," said Daisy, a little shocked, "I do not mean that he is a man
one would get _fond of_."
"Pray who do you think is, Daisy?" said Mr. Randolph, maintaining his
gravity admirably.
"Papa, don't you think Capt. Drummond is--and--"
"And who, Daisy?"
"I was thinking--Mr. Dinwiddie, papa." Daisy did not quite know how well
this last name would be relished, and she coloured a little
apprehensively.
"You are impartial in your professional tastes, I am glad to see," said
Mr. Randolph. Then observing how innocent of understanding him was the
grave little face of Daisy, he bent down to kiss her.
"And you are unfortunate in your favourites.
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