"Certainly. I always become acquainted with people's private affairs."
"But I do not want that you should be acquainted with mine."
"No matter. You are under my care," said the doctor. Then after a minute
he added in a lower tone, "What have you been shedding tears about
to-day?"
Daisy's face looked intensely grave; wise and old beyond her days,
though the mouth was also sweet. So she faced the doctor and answered
him with the sedateness of fifty years--"I can't very well tell you, Dr.
Sandford."
"You have been shedding tears to-day?"
"Yes, sir--" said Daisy softly.
"A good many of them? You have been lying here with your face to the
window, crying quietly, a good part of the afternoon--have you not?"
"Yes, sir," said Daisy, wondering at him.
"Now I am your physician and must know what was the matter."
"It is something I cannot tell about, Dr. Sandford."
"Yes, Daisy, you are mistaken. Whatever concerns you, concerns me; if it
is the concern of nobody else. Were you tired of lying here so long, day
after day?"
"O no, sir! I don't mind that at all.
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