Again the Captain mused, looking from the child's foot to her face.
"How is the pain now ?" "It aches a good deal." He saw it was vastly worse than her words made it.
"My little soldier," said he, "how do you suppose I am going to get you down the hill, to where we left our carriage ?" "I don't know," said Daisy.

"You can't carry me." "What makes you think so ?" "I don't _know_," said Daisy,--"but I don't think you can." And she was a little afraid, he saw.
"I will be as careful as I can, and you must be as brave as you can, for I don't see any other way, Daisy.

And I think, the sooner we go the better; so that this foot may have some cold or hot lotion or something." "Wait a minute," said Daisy hastily.
And raising herself up to a sitting position, she bent over her little head and covered her eyes with her hand.

The Captain felt very strangely.

He guessed in a minute what she was about; that in pain and fear, Daisy was seeking an unseen help, and trusting in it; and in awed silence the young officer was as still as she, till the little head was raised.
"Now," she said, "you may take me." The Captain always had a good respect for Daisy; but he certainly felt now as if he had the dignity of twenty-five years in his arms.