It was the first word she had uttered.
Everybody else was still, while the doctor passed his hands over and round the distressed ankle and foot, but tenderly, and in a way that gave Daisy very little pain.

Then he stepped back and beckoned Juanita to a consultation.

Juanita disappeared, and Dr.Sandford came up to Mr.
Randolph and spoke in a low tone.

Then Mr.Randolph turned again to Daisy.
"What is it, papa ?" asked the child.
"Daisy, to make your foot well, Dr.Sandford will be obliged to do something that will hurt you a little--will you try and bear it?
He will not be long about it." "What is the matter with my foot, papa ?" "Something that the doctor can set right in a few minutes--if you will try and bear a little pain." A little pain! And Daisy was suffering so much all the while! Again her lip trembled.
"Must he touch me, papa ?" "He must touch you." Daisy's hands were clasped to her face again for a minute; after that she lay quite still and quiet.

Mr.Randolph kept his post, hardly taking his eye off her; Mrs.Randolph sat down where she had stood; behind the head of Daisy's couch, where her little daughter could not see her; and all the party indulged in silence.